A sad thing has been happening and it's probably the worst part of graduating (besides the whole job search thing). It's time for everyone get started on their post-college adventures and for many of our friends, that means moving away from Portland.
Leslie is headed the farthest away of any of us (Korea!) and Kelly, Dena, and I will not see her again for a year at least. We started our last girl's night at Mint, incredibly appropriate given that it's our official spot (sill not regulars though...). After some sweet potato fries, uber-spicy Caesar salads, and some drinks, we decided that surely at least one more round was in order before we called it a night.
Leslie had never experienced the wonder of the fishbowl drinks at Gypsy, so we headed to 21st despite our worry that 4 people were needed to order a bowl and we were now down to a party of 3. That, however, turned out to be the least of our worries as the bartenders at Gypsy refused to serve me because of my ID. Now I understand that having a Portland address on a California license is a bit odd, but let's be honest here, who would actually try to pull that off on a fake ID? That business is real!
We'll miss you Leslie...and maybe since you're going to miss us too, you'll actually read our blog!
