I arrived at PDX to find Live Longer patiently waiting for me in complete Portland fashion: donning a simple black dress while contently knitting something. I would give more details about that which she was knitting, bu t I don’t have them, nor she didn’t provide them.
“What are you knitting?” I asked.
“Like a scarf thing,” she hesitantly told me and then said, “I really don’t know.”
I didn’t push her for more details. Instead, I respected her for embracing her inner Portland knitster and informed her I was ready to embrace a drink.
She was more than ready for this request and had three bottles of champagne chilling in the fridge. We grabbed our glasses, filled them with bubbly, recreated a photo from our talk show – a show that only exists when we visit Portland, made an amazing ‘how to’ video, shared a rooftop conversation with a neighbor, had some barbecue, activated girl power, went dancing, and then fell asleep on a broken pullout couch.
For one night, we did it right.
