Sunday, September 11, 2016

A Brief Portland Visit



This weekend was so incredibly memorable and such a blur at the same time. It was a long 24 hours, but worth every second. Believe it or not, despite living so close to Portland now, this past weekend was my first visit. Savannah, Mike and I all made our way to Portland to see Eisley play. (We had other engagements that kept us from the Seattle show the next day.) So Savannah and I - Mike isn't pictured, not many pictures were taken by me - dawned dark eyeliner and blue lipstick and started the journey there.

The show was at the Doug Fir Lounge in Portland - with the Dear Hunters headlining, of which we weren't as interested. We ate some food at the bar above and then headed down at showtime.



Eisley played a lovely first show of their tour. We got to hear a mesmerizing shuffle of new songs and old, which sent my heart aflutter. I might have almost cried a few times from happiness. I held it together okay, though. They even played us their new single which should be releasing soon. It felt great being of the privileged few who could hear it.

I guess I should point out that my comment above about not caring as much about the other acts at this show isn't really anything personal - the sound and vocals were on point for those other acts, or that of what we did hear - but our primary concern was seeing Eisley. I've wanted to see them for close to a decade.

We left a bit after Eisley ended their performance and made our way to a bar called the Green Room that Savannah had heard about but didn't really go to her last time in Portland. When we entered, we got egg white whiskey sours and put our name on a list for a bar upstairs.

The Multnomah Whiskey Library.

This place was incredible. I'm not sure that I'll ever be able to do it justice. We waited about an hour to get in. The typical wait they usually tell you is sometimes as much as 2 hours. We were sitting there talking and laughing about something stupid when the bartender handed Savannah her card and says, "We're closing you out here because you're going upstairs."

We were chosen.



The Multnomah Whiskey Library is indeed a library. There is a full wall and a half covered in bottles upon bottles of every kind of spirit you can imagine from across the world, even. Got a favorite? They have the recipe and a origin and historical significance of it. Their menu is expansive and they can give you something perfect for your own tastes if you still aren't sure or are overwhelmed.

They opened the door widely and slowly to the room and we entered like children in Willy Wonka's chocolate factory. The room looked like a dark oak and brick collegiate library with dim lighting, library tables and cushioned leather armchairs.

We ordered different cocktails, a cheese board and a meat board. They prepared the drinks on a trolley in front us, introducing us to each spirit they included in our cocktail.



We stayed until about 1 a.m. and headed back to the hotel. The next morning we were dehydrated but still riding on the high of being chosen.

We concluded our trip with coffee and breakfast at Trinket. I had a duck eggs benedict, which I never knew I could love as much as I did.



Thank you, Portland. For a brief visit, you were amazing. I will be back.

Thursday, September 1, 2016

Remembering



On Tuesday morning we buried Tripp's grandfather, Charles Sheffield, Sr. He was Tripp's hero and one of my favorite in-laws. He was family and friend to everyone. He was a grandfather to me, too. He was loving, kind and God-fearing. I witnessed an entire community of people show up for this man. He will be greatly missed.