Mon
25
Oct '10
An early morning that means an alarm clock.
9:45am train to Portland for a couple of hours of shopping at Powells and hanging with Joe’s friends, one of which I know.
Nothing like travelling in a sleeper car with the attendant bringing us split after split of champagne.
And the famous Portland Chinatown restaurant Hung Far Low though I tend to remember the sign hanging mid-block, not on the corner.
Much fun, delayed trains, complaint letter coming (no wi-fi in either direction, bad parlour car service both ways, etc) and now I’m exhausted.
And fat.
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