Roses are Pretty.
Do you ever get the erge to smell a flower? Well, I do...all the time. Today was one of those days.
This week in Portland was the festival of the Roses and there was a bunch of fun things happening. Today signified the end of the festival which was encapulated by the big band finale, the Festival of the Roses Day Parade. Oh the sights!! From what I was told by the locals, the parade is more elaborate than the New Years Eve Rose Parade. And....it was.
After some good parade time...and some good 'ol sun, we (my brother, Marlan) hit up the Outside Markets in Down Town Portland. Oh the fun that was had. Hot Rod. After eating some Giros, we continued on our journey. The rest of the day consisted of some quality REI time with a hot sales person, then some tizzite pizza, and now the Irish Pub. Yes oh so Pretty.
So I gots some brew to drink. Top of the mornin to ya.