Apparently I lied when I promised Kindle/lounging pics. In an unfortunate convergence, several events happened to be scheduled for this past weekend (the convergence was unfortunate, not the events – the events were awesome!).
Friday night, The Husband and I went to our first Portland concert – Metric (yup yup – if you’re going to your first, might as well make it CanCon).
It was the Roseland and (shhh, don’t tell the ‘Sotans) it’s even better than First Ave. Look how intimate:
Look where we’re sitting! In the balcony! On real seats! Look where we aren’t – in the standing-room-only-behind-the-tall-stoned-guy main floor section! And the balcony was 21+ with a full bar AND servers who took your order.
The Husband enjoying one of those orders.
The show was fantastic (if a little late – at 10:00 I’m usually in bed, not waiting for the headliner). Better yet – we got to stay sitting the whole time! I *hate* standing for concerts! That’s for young’uns. I like my own seat and my own drink and my own space. Harumph.
Saturday dawned early (oh. so. early) but The Boy and The Husband were raring to go – surfing!
It was The Boy’s first time and he nailed it. Look how cool he looks:
By all accounts, he was amazing. He came home jabbering about first and second waves and how he almost died (The Husband assures me he was safe) and how he swallowed salt water and how he can’t wait to go back.
While the boys were hang-tenning (hanging ten?), the girls had their own quest. And it involved costumes!
The elf and the scout. Those straps…so much time…thank goodness for YouTube tutorials!
We were off to ComicCon!
Such fun! All the other costumes were super amazing and there was a ton to see in the exhibit hall. But I was there for the panels. The lineup definitely skewed Whovian (I’ve heard Portland has a relatively high number of Doctor Who fans). We got to see these guys:
Rory, River, Captain Jack, AND the Eleventh Doctor?! Be still my beating hearts!
Arthur Darvill was cool and funny. John Barrowman was decidedly inappropriate for children (I’d forgotten to warn The Girl that I’d heard his panels got fairly crazy and she spent most of it in horrified laughter). Matt Smith was charming and genuine. But the highlight for me was Alex Kingston. She was beautiful and gracious and witty and so, so lovely. So great!
(Don’t be mad – we skipped Krysten Ritter and William Shatner. I know, I know. But we got there late and went straight to Rory/River and The Girl desperately wanted to walk the show, so like a loving mama, I skipped seeing the good captain. And then died a little when the kids behind me said, “The next show’s William Shatner.” “Who?” “Dunno.” “Oh wait, I think he was in the original Star Trek? Captain Kirk or something?” Sigh.)
And though they weren’t on my list, I got to meet some other favourite folks:
I don’t always break my no-selfie rule, but when I do, it’s for The Stig.
Squeeee!
The triumphant but weary fan girls stumbled home late, caught up with the surfer boys, and we all fell into bed. Sunday held a much-needed sleep-in and a hike. The Husband wanted to go to Mount Tabor, but I refused: “I am overstimulated and I refuse to do anything new today and the only place I’m going is to my beloved state park. You can come if you like.”
And he did.
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