Mini-vacation left me exhausted!

This weekend I took a trip down to Portland, Ore., to go to my sister's engagement party.

She looked so happy and glowing and beautiful! She'll make a beautiful bride. I wish them many years of happiness and luck.

I stayed at The Nines hotel, and I really, really, really loved it there. If I had eleventy billion dollars, I would totally move in there. It's pretty friggin sweet.

I ate at Brasserie Montmarte, a super hip jazz club. The charcuterie was a big thumbs up, and it was charming that they offered Voodoo Doughnuts. The jazz quartet there was amazing. I wish I would have caught their name.

I thought I was going to die last night in an elevator. This makes two near-death (okay, one) experiences this week!

Note to self: Find out why the Grim Reaper has taken an interest in me.

This time it was taking an elevator from the 9th floor to the lobby. Now that may seem pretty innocent, but last night there was a winter gala happenin' on the 6th floor of the hotel. A crapload of very inebriated guys got on to the elevator (you could totally smell the liquor). A crapload in this case = about 12.

The elevator lurched. So did my stomach. Rinse and repeat about four times.

That's the point when I started screaming not-so-polite phrases at them about opening the doors. 

Most people say when they think they're going die that their life flashes before their eyes.

All I could think of was "I don't want to die in an elevator full of drunk guys. My family might think something was off about the circumstances."

I'm not quite sure what that says about me, but *shrugs*.

I picked up some pastrami, bialies and knish from  Kenny & Zuke's Delicatessen for the boys at work. I hope they enjoy them. :)

Now it's time for me to rest. I'm tired from my mini-vaca.