I take the train to Portland and quickly realize that everyone here is serving Stumptown coffee. You go to the coffee shop, they're serving Stumptown coffee. You go to the breakfast place, they serve Stumptown coffee. You go to the bar, they serve Stumptown coffee. You go to the post office, they serve Stumptown coffee. You go to the bathroom, they serve Stumptown coffee. I swear.
Fortunately for me, I love Stumptown coffee.
We meet up with Spilt, F.R.A.N.I., Armatronix, and A at the Sapphire Hotel. We talk about blogging and how it isn't what it used to be.
Spilt mentions that it's weird to see everyone's real name on FaceBook. Everyone agrees.
The next day I'm at a restaurant and I am told I can help myself to a "bev", so yes, there are people who talk like that.
Saturday, I take in the Velveteria with family. Some of us are more interested in the black light room than the art of the paintings.
Sunday is BrickFest. A lot of hype, but all in all, about the same thing or less than the NW BrickCon. But don't take that to mean it didn't please me.
And then, I get "treated" to Madagascar II on the train back to Seattle. Woo.
Fortunately for me, I love Stumptown coffee.
We meet up with Spilt, F.R.A.N.I., Armatronix, and A at the Sapphire Hotel. We talk about blogging and how it isn't what it used to be.
Spilt mentions that it's weird to see everyone's real name on FaceBook. Everyone agrees.
The next day I'm at a restaurant and I am told I can help myself to a "bev", so yes, there are people who talk like that.
Saturday, I take in the Velveteria with family. Some of us are more interested in the black light room than the art of the paintings.
Sunday is BrickFest. A lot of hype, but all in all, about the same thing or less than the NW BrickCon. But don't take that to mean it didn't please me.
And then, I get "treated" to Madagascar II on the train back to Seattle. Woo.
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