The Wedding Weekend/Friday: Cindy's Perspective

No I have not fallen off the face of the earth!  My writing hiatus is as a result of a lengthy recovery from 48 hours of wedding partying  a very busy wedding weekend schedule.

I have noticed that (much to my surprise) I am just not as young and spry as I use to be (dang, when did that happen?... and I wish my body would have informed my mind of these distressing changes).  While I was fully prepared to party through the weekend, I was not the least bit prepared for the requisite recovery time.  Enough said!

We picked up Nick on Friday morning at the Portland airport and headed towards downtown for lunch.  Nick's great idea: "Let's eat at the Portland food trucks!" Being the good sports that we are and because our bodies have yet to inform our prefrontal cortexes that we are no longer 25 years old   we enjoyed the fine dining provided by Oregon's best roadside restauranteurs.

Since when has it become fashionable to get your food from a cook with a kitchen (and I use the word "kitchen" loosely) located in the back of a 15 year old mobile home that is no longer mobile?  Just asking.  Didn't see a whole lot of hand washing;  I did see a lot of hands-on cooking!  Every "food truck"  provided samples... a very terrifying interesting experience for your average germaphobe.

Apparently this new breed of restauranteurs has also determined that we would all be more comfortable eating while standing in a crowd, on a sidewalk, balancing our plates, utensil, and drinks in our hands.  I am now fully prepared to join Bertoli's Circus as a juggler.

After lunch we headed to the wedding venue at Hood River.  It was gorgeous.  Please see Cheech's post for pictures.  I was too busy recovering from food truck ptomaine  navigating to take any photos.

We met Tony and Jordyn at the hotel and off we all went to the Friday "meet and greet" festivities.  The drinking and debauchery  "get to know you" gathering was held at a beautiful log home rental next to the Mount Hood Meadows Ski Resort.  The vistas were amazing and the beer, wine, and bottled spirits flowed freely.  We partied hardy until after midnight and made the executive decision that we would most likely miss the flash-mob dance practice scheduled to be held at 9:00 am the next morning.  More about that later.

A good night's sleep was had by all.