rainy days and mondays always get me down..

I am a cursed woman. Sunday is my favorite day of the week, and Monday is my enemy. Why do they have to be neighbors? Why does creepy ol’ Monday gotta be smirking at me on a mellow Sunday evening, like a Debbie Downer? Why? Sundays are so lovely. You sleep in, listen to “This American Life” while still in bed, head to your favorite-coffe-shop-of-all-time (The Fresh Pot) with The New Yorker in hand. A little later you call a buddy, get some brunch, catch a matinee at the beer theater.
As an aside, here are my favorite PDX brunch places in descending order:
Juniors
Beaterville
Bijou
Paradox
Cup and Saucer
As another aside, here are my favorite matinee movie theaters, also in descending order:
Laurelhurst
Baghdad
Kennedy School
Lloyd Center
Avalon
Then, in the evening you do your last bits of shopping at New Seasons grocery store, make a bunch of burritos for the week’s lunches, read a little, watch TV a litte, maybe take a bath. Then you turn in early. Perfect Sundays. Mmm.
Why does Monday have to be such a spoiler?
Today is Sunday, and though I didn’t follow my normal formula, it was still pretty perfect. Jake Longstreth was here, and we went for a hike with Tarp and Amy in the Mt Hood area. We stopped for donuts on the way. We ate sandwiches on the trail. On the way down we passed a woman on a horse, with two dogs, holding a can of Keystone Light. It was 1pm. Hell yeah.
Back in Portland Jake and I ate yummy pizza from the Mississippi Pizza Parlour, and then I dropped him off at the airport. (Insert pathetic image of Willow looking sad here.) After saying goodbye, I went home, took a shower and a nap, then woke up with dreary Monday on my brain. Monday with no Jake. Monday on the first week of my new schedule at school in which I arrive there at 8am. Bleh. F-ing Mondays man.
(FYI, I’m still figuring out how to post links on my page. Once I learn how I’ll revise this posting with links to all the fav places I listed here today.)