As the weeks wind down and D(elivery)-day approaches, I'm trying to keep up with increased work responsibilities while also enjoying the last remnants of my pre-child social life. Last week held two nights in a row of rowdy concert-going. We caught Foals at Doug Fir on Thursday night along with my coworkers Nikki and Emily, and Jesse's friend, Danny. Surprisingly enough, I was deemed DD for the night, but still managed to have a good time despite my pregnant sobriety. At one point, both Jesse and Danny each brought me a soda. I felt like a princess. Other highlights included seeing the singer from Spoon in the crowd and then witnessing a dressed-to-the-nines hipster chick falling off a couch she was trying to climb over (the 4" heels didn't help).
The next night we hit up the grand opening of a new location of Dr. Marten's on Burnside. The Builders and the Butchers were playing (odd scenario) and free food and beer were offered. The beer ended up consisting of 2 oz. samples in tiny plastic cups and the "food," if you can call it that, was a platter of crustless watercress sandwiches. Bite size. The place was packed, as you can see below. Certainly provided for interesting people watching. (See if you can spot the band.)
Toward the end of the show Emily (what a trooper!) joined us with her three friends, Erin, James, and Jaime. We determined that more food was in order, so we set out into the streets of downtown on foot. I had mapped out various food carts that were supposed to be open, but that was a bust. Instead, we found ourselves at Mother's, dining on decadent Chanterelle mac & cheese and laughing up a storm about performing test procedures on willing (read: paid) volunteers in nursing school. Scary stuff, I tell you. I remarked that the evening felt like the "olden days" - those in which Portland would draw us in for hours and we'd aimlessly wander the dark, curious streets. It was a good night, particularly with the last minute addition of Voodoo Doughnuts just before the rain started to fall.
Other than that I've been preparing for a Halloween bake sale I organized at work, which is to occur this Friday. The event will benefit two non-profit organizations associated with my employer. I've never organized anything like this before, but it's been a worthwhile experience. I can't wait to see what my volunteer bakers will come up with! I'm still trying to finalize what I'll be making in my home kitchen - likely bags of fudge and jars of homemade granola. I'll do my best to complete my preparation in an organized, photo-ready fashion, camera in hand.
Here are some miscellaneous photographs in the meantime.
Oliver's green Halloween glare
This is where we live - isn't it beautiful?
Our resident Red-Tailed Hawk is perched at the top of the tallest tree.
We love him.
And lastly, a belly progression. I'm sitting at 33 weeks now and am even bigger than the last picture here. More to come later, I'm sure.
