Kyle Sinner, long time friend and former tennis doubles partner, is lucky to live in one of my favorite cities, Portland, OR. Having a free Saturday, I decided to buzz down there and experience a day in the life of Kyle. Tal Swindall played my travelling companion, and we headed out with really no planning whatsoever. We ended up spending about 24 hours in Stumptown, but it felt more like a week.
As soon as we rolled up to Sinner's (48 sq ft) apartment, we dropped off the bags and headed to a friend's BBQ up in the hills. Oh yeah, we picked up Kyle's buddy Tad. He's very Irish, but somehow cool. The weather (all weekend) could not have been any better, averaging around 79 degrees. The four of us made sure to bring about 300 beers and absolutely no food, which resulted in us drinking our dinner.... and dessert...
The hostess, Kristen Rutherford, is staying at a family-owned home on a big piece of land with awesome territorial views and lush landscaping. I was a realtor, so excuse the adjectives. The whole group of people was warm and welcoming, and within no time we were all laughing dancing and drinking together. Pac NW peeps are generally pretty laid back like that. We played beer pong, my first time, we played with lawn darts, and we even made s'mores by the fire pit! I could eat those like Rosie O'Donnel eats whole turkeys. After several hours of bonding into the night, the 4 of us decided to move the party back into the city. I think Tad drove, but from this point on, my memory's a little fuzzy.
We swung by Kyle's to change into our evening wear, and went out to a place whose name escapes me (surprise surprise). The bartender was just gorgeous, and served us shots and one giant margarita that we all shared. She could've poured me a glass of flaming nails and broken glass and I would've gladly thrown it back.
Tal met a couple of girls with accents and left with them somewhere. The 3 remaining soldiers took the battle to Muu Muu's and met up with Micah, a mutual buddy of mine and Kyle's who was also down for the weekend. 
The drinking continued, and I became more and more like Bernie Lomax (wearing shades, posing as though I was a part of the world around me, but actually unconscious). 
We went to a couple more places, met some interesting people and ended up at some breakfast joint around 4am. I think we were joined by a couple black strippers, no joke, and ended up taking them home in my car somehow. 
I don't remember much of that. Got back to Kyle's around 5am and crashed.
As soon as we rolled up to Sinner's (48 sq ft) apartment, we dropped off the bags and headed to a friend's BBQ up in the hills. Oh yeah, we picked up Kyle's buddy Tad. He's very Irish, but somehow cool. The weather (all weekend) could not have been any better, averaging around 79 degrees. The four of us made sure to bring about 300 beers and absolutely no food, which resulted in us drinking our dinner.... and dessert... The hostess, Kristen Rutherford, is staying at a family-owned home on a big piece of land with awesome territorial views and lush landscaping. I was a realtor, so excuse the adjectives. The whole group of people was warm and welcoming, and within no time we were all laughing dancing and drinking together. Pac NW peeps are generally pretty laid back like that. We played beer pong, my first time, we played with lawn darts, and we even made s'mores by the fire pit! I could eat those like Rosie O'Donnel eats whole turkeys. After several hours of bonding into the night, the 4 of us decided to move the party back into the city. I think Tad drove, but from this point on, my memory's a little fuzzy.We swung by Kyle's to change into our evening wear, and went out to a place whose name escapes me (surprise surprise). The bartender was just gorgeous, and served us shots and one giant margarita that we all shared. She could've poured me a glass of flaming nails and broken glass and I would've gladly thrown it back.Tal met a couple of girls with accents and left with them somewhere. The 3 remaining soldiers took the battle to Muu Muu's and met up with Micah, a mutual buddy of mine and Kyle's who was also down for the weekend. The drinking continued, and I became more and more like Bernie Lomax (wearing shades, posing as though I was a part of the world around me, but actually unconscious). We went to a couple more places, met some interesting people and ended up at some breakfast joint around 4am. I think we were joined by a couple black strippers, no joke, and ended up taking them home in my car somehow. I don't remember much of that. Got back to Kyle's around 5am and crashed.We woke up a few hours later, because that makes sense, and slowly but surely got ready for the day. Part of this process for me was stripping to my black bikini briefs, putting on a motorcycle helmet, sunglasses and snowboarding boots and walking around the neighborhood. 
Once that incident was over, we headed over to Tad's. Tadpole hooked us up with mimosas and sausage breakfast on the roof of his building. The view was spectacular and the company was mediocre. You gotta play with the cards life deals you. :)
Once that incident was over, we headed over to Tad's. Tadpole hooked us up with mimosas and sausage breakfast on the roof of his building. The view was spectacular and the company was mediocre. You gotta play with the cards life deals you. :)For the final leg of the marathon, Kyle, Tal and I headed out to Sauvie Island to chill on 'the beach' with a few girlfriends of Kyle. I hit on a married lady, flexed with the guys and watched Tal get beat up by a rollergirl. All of this while solidifying my 'red man' status. "It'll turn into a tan". My new mantra.
To make the drive home more interesting, Tal and I grabbed a bite at Hooters in Tacoma, which sucked. Bad service, a waitress without hooters and gross food. 
I made it to band practice around 9 and was outta there by midnight. Another weekend for the books. Which books?...no clue.
I made it to band practice around 9 and was outta there by midnight. Another weekend for the books. Which books?...no clue.
