Cannon Beach

Location: Somewhere over New Mexico (I think) en route to Austin, TX.

I spent the past weekend in Portland and Cannon Beach visiting friends and attending Leia and Tyler's wedding.  The wedding was beautiful and it's always a blast to get the crew together.  We partied until 3:30am, long after the wedding reception site kicked us out and the bars closed.  Although it really was too late to call The Wife and blather through a marginally coherent conversation, the vodka tonics and rich Oregon beer didn't let me think twice about the time.

It was great to see all my Oregon friends.  I really need to get better at keeping in touch with everyone.  There really is no excuse.

On another topic, airports and airplanes are great people-watching venues, and my flight last Friday from Anchorage to Seattle delivered.  Fortunately, the only empty seat on the flight happened to be the middle seat in my row.  Otherwise, there's no telling where the man occupying the aisle seat would have put his rental video player and the cheeseburger, assorted snack pack and three bloody maries (mary's?) he ordered from the stewardess--not to mention the soda and pretzels that everyone got for free.  The stewardess didn't bat and eye when he placed his order and looked like she'd seen this sort of thing before.  I, however, couldn't decide what was more impressive, the line of beverages, the fact that the same pretzel remained suspended in the man's mustache through two-and-a-half bloodies, or the fact that the man finished everything without having to hit the head once during the three-and-a-half hour flight.

On to Austin . . .