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<h4><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">Sunday, June 2—Urbana, Indianapolis and Denver </span></span></h4>
<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"><strong>4:12 pm:</strong> on our way to the airport. first time I've felt somewhat relaxed all day. or maybe in several days.</span></span>

<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"><strong>8:29 pm</strong> apparently some paint is peeling on the plane's nose. sunburn maybe? all I know is the little girl behind me better stop kicking my seat.</span></span>

<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"><strong>9:00 pm</strong> we've been sitting on this not-flying plane for 1.5 hrs so far. that's only half as long as I sat on the tarmac trying to get to NY last Aug</span></span>
<h4>Monday, June 22—Denver and Portland<strong></strong></h4>
<strong>8:14 am</strong> <span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">this freaking hotel is a full 30 min from the airport. but Frontier did pay &amp; the hotel was nice. (see? I can be silver lining girl)</span></span>

<strong>12:47 pm</strong> <span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">in Portland, about to see my bro who is here to pick us up. so grateful today has *worked*.</span></span>

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<strong>2:23 pm</strong> <span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">yummy sandwiches at bro's house, now heading downtown to meet co-authors for coffee then dinner, then the reading! excited &amp; nervous.</span></span>

<strong>9:52 pm</strong> <span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">reading a success! good crowd, including @heathra<a href="http://twitter.com/heathra"></a>. now at the Slow Bar having a bison grass martini &amp; a slow burger.</span></span>
<h4>Tuesday, June 23—Portland</h4>
<strong>9:49 am</strong> <span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">my bro's dog Henry is so similar to Maeve. it simultaneously makes me miss her and feel like we brought her along.</span></span>

<strong>11:51 am</strong> <span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">happy to have some computer time &amp; great coffee at the Fresh Pot in Portland. also happy to not be in Urbana, where it's currently 90 deg.</span></span>

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<strong>7:39 pm</strong> <span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">we returned to Powell's, this time so I could really browse. we bought an ridiculous number of books for $100. LOVE Powell's.</span></span>

<strong>7:51 pm</strong> <span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">wondering how long we should be willing to wait in line for a table at Pok Pok. it smells heavenly.</span></span>
<h4>Wednesday, June 24—Portland</h4>
<strong>9:44 am</strong> <span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">getting ready to head to the coast for the day. when I'm on vacation, I feel bad about neglecting all my twitter &amp; blog friends. sorry!</span></span>

<strong>1:26 pm</strong> <span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">we were just blown down Cannon Beach. a magnificent and miserable experience all at once.</span></span>

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<strong>2:48 pm</strong> <span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">yummy burritos in Manzanita. the rain I could do without.</span></span>

<strong>7:51 pm</strong> <span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">feeling absolutely sick about not being able to change our flight to get back in time for S's performance. Frontier sucks.</span></span>

<strong>7:54 pm</strong> <span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">on a happier note, the sun is shining back in Portland and we're on our way to see @heathra's new house!</span></span>

<strong>9:19 pm</strong> <span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">we are just now deciding what to cook for dinner. trying not to think about the fact that it's 11 pm back home.</span></span>
<h4>Thursday, June 25—Portland</h4>
<strong>9:20 am </strong><span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">it's our last full day of vacation. why is it so hard for me to just accept what is and fully enjoy myself? gah.</span></span>

<strong>10:10 am</strong> <span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content">today's coffee date in Portland is with my childhood BFF's close friend from when SHE lived in Portland. it's very cool &amp; bizarre, eh?</span></span>

<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"><strong>1:53 pm</strong> just had yet another fabulous conversation w someone who was a complete stranger yesterday. the world is small and so full of good people.</span></span>

<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"><strong>1:55 pm</strong> also just talked to S after her 1st of 3 performances. her dad said she was fantastic. she says she wasn't nervous. I say I miss her so.</span></span>

<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"><strong>2:37 pm</strong> heading downtown to meet my bro for a late lunch. still can't believe it's sweater weather here. loving it.</span></span>

<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"><strong>~3:30 pm</strong> I will forever associate Portland's food cart culture w Michael Jackson. I was waiting for my curry when I found out.</span></span>

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<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"><strong>~7:15 pm</strong> great conversation over happy hour at Urban Farmer with my very fave aunt. now to Por Que No? for tacos with a fun cousin &amp; her boyfriend.</span></span>

<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"><strong>~10:00 pm</strong> now karaoke w @bill_of_lading and <a href="http://twitter.com/heathra"></a>@heathra. what to sing? Journey?</span></span>

<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"><strong>~11:15 pm</strong> B just sang a very dramatic rendition of Major Tom, followed by J singing Mrs Robinson. so fun.</span></span>
<h4>Friday, June 26—Portland</h4>
<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"><strong>~2:00 am</strong> man, my sleeping schedule is going to be so messed up when we get home (where, incidentally, it's almost 4 am right now).</span></span>

<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"><strong>~9:45 am</strong> OK, the food in Portland is officially off the hook. now at Moxie Rx, a neighborhood breakfast "cart." I'm nearly speechless w yum.</span></span>

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<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"><strong>~10:30 am</strong> it's time to pack up for the airport. I'm having that bittersweet "sorta-ready-to-go-home, sorta-not" feeling.</span></span>

<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"><strong>~12:15 pm</strong> all packed. as usual, I only wore half of what I brought. didn't touch my skirts. a wool sweater &amp; closed toe shoes would have been nice.</span></span>

<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"><strong>~12:30 pm</strong> taking a lot out of Portland that didn't come in w us: a dozen books, dog toys, t-shirts, Stumptown coffee beans, dog hair, sand.</span></span>

<span class="status-body"><span class="entry-content"><strong>~1:00 pm</strong> I'm glad I have such a fabulous brother, but it would be much easier to say goodbye if he was really lame.</span></span>

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