Maybe I'll Meet Bill Murray in the Hotel Bar

Furlough Day 3 started in much the same manner as the rest of the days, full of regular day-off activities. I took Nordic Boy to work.



I ate breakfast with Ellen.



I went and got my hairs cutted.



I forgot to eat breakfast so I ate entirely too much for lunch with BioGirl.



Then, I went home and packed a little bag and Nordic Boy picked me up for a business trip to Portland.


Only I really have no business in Portland other than to eat the most delicious zuccini/mint/peanu/pecorino salad ever made.



Now, I am sitting in the hotel room and toying with the idea of just soaking up the swank all day eating bon bons or whatever it is people do when they lie about in swanky hotel rooms. But the sunny skies outside are beckoning.

Any thoughts from Portland experts on where to go and what to do? I am overly well-acquainted with the shopping possibilities already (Imelda's shoes, I have my eye on you) so I have that aspect covered. Other ideas? I'm open! Where do they serve the best bon bons?