weekend with starburst

I just returned from a wonderful, wet weekend with Miss Alex in Portland. My friend Wendi and I flew up to meet our daughters, who have been friends since they were ten or so. Madie also goes to Oregon State and it’s been awesome to have another Davis family for the journey. The four of us did this trip two years ago, as the girls were deciding on OSU as their first pick school (both for different majors, and now they are in the same department, with a different emphasis).

This time we didn’t venture down to Corvallis, we let the girls come to us, because that’s where our credit cards wanted to be. I kind of failed at documenting the trip. I carried my camera with me everywhere, but it was raining, and cold, and no one was going to stop for a photo, or at least no one would be smiling after I asked them to stop for a photo.

But let me assure you, there was yummy food (Peruvian tapas!), coffee, new shoes from REI, a fancy dress for a fancy event (more on that later), books (Amsterdam!), coffee, and walking. Lots of walking. There were also Starbursts. Our hotel is very “bright” (Madie described it as a burst of seratonin) and stocked with giant jars of Starbursts and taffy, though we learned the latest taffy truck was stuck in Ohio. If one uses one’s imagination, one can pretend that Starburst are fruit. It takes a little practice, but it can be done.


This one gets an explanation. Alex has been invited to a ball at the Air Force Academy in May. We don’t have a lot of experience with fancy in our family. But we gave it a go, and found fancy on sale at Nordstrom Rack (and it is fabulous). My favorite part of this picture are the legs of the person in the next dressing room.


Madie and Alex. Notice Alex’s bright blue Nikes. Yeah, that’s the kind of fancy she does, but I am pretty sure she’ll be good with dress up fancy, too. Actually, after this weekend I am pretty sure she’ll be good with anything she does, anywhere she does it.


About kim tackett

Northern CA marketing consultant, writer of very small stories, and drinker of very strong coffee.
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