It was the best new year's that I can remember. It went something like this: 1. Friends coming in from out of town and converging for a great lamb dinner at another friend's house. Toasts, jubilation, awesomeness.
2. Gathering up and heading to the Doug Fir, AND we had the good judgment to buy tickets in advance. So we sailed right in. Saw the Nick Jaina and The Builders and the Butchers downstairs. But the real action was upstairs. DJ Safi simply Tore. It. Up. We congregated around the firepit on the patio and danced and danced and danced and screamed happy new year and then kept on dancing.
3. Took what was apparently the only free cab in Portland all the way home. Incredible luck. Good Omen.
4. Sleep. Wake. Cook. Santa Fe style enchiladas, black eyed peas, home fries, mimosas, bacon, sausage, bloody marys. 6 for brunch. Fire in the fireplace. Football on TV. Total comfort.
The Builders and the Butchers - The Bottom of the Lake
Nick Jaina - A Narrow Way
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I refer to it now as my "bacon vacation."
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