We will be close to Portland's China Town....must be a tattoo parlor down there somewhere. My aunt would never speak to me again!
I will have to do a restaurant review for you.
I posted separately about my dr appointment, but everything is looking good. Nothing new, no changes, still dying. That's okay with me!
Just google Andina Portland Oregon restaurant and you'll probably bring up the website and their interesting Peruvian menu, if anybody is curious.
Thanks for the birthday wishes. I feel like I am now officially a "Senior Citizen" because I'm on the "company dole" and will be getting my Soc. Security next month. This is hard to believe, because I am
a Boomer, a flower child, part of the hippie generation, singing The Beat Goes On and Kumbaya My Lord, while filing out my application for the Peace Corps and idolizing Jackie Kennedy in her pillbox hats, and joining hands with Martin Luther King and marching on Washington, and being "in love" with Frankie Avalon, and writing to Annette Funicello to get her autograph, and hurrying home from school to watch d*** Clark and The American Bandstand, AND The Mickey Mouse Club because Spin and Marty were on that day, and the entire evening lineup of television (in black and white) were westerns and knowing all the theme songs by heart because the shows ran from September to May and you heard them every week, and also having a little crush on Johnny Crawford so you couldn't hardly wait for The Rifleman to be on, and then The Beatles and The Beach Boys came along and then it was time for Prom's and long dresses and long white gloves and boys in white jackets and lots of cheap pink carnations and maybe a small rose for the corsage, and you better get a wrist corsage if you were wearing a spaghetti strap dress, and then with everyone dressed to the nines, you went out and did The Twist like you did last summer and this all took place at the school gym that was turned into An Evening in Paris, or Shangri La and it was almost beautiful, if you used your imagination and sort of squinted, and then being a Senior in High School and going to football games in the sloppy rain, and then late in November a young President is dead, and the world starts to change and Happy Days is pretty much done for, only to return at a later date with The Fonz. And thank heaven for that! So then it's time for serious school and going to work and meeting new people and weeding through the riffraff to find true love and getting married in the small church with the reception in the church basement for crying out loud, with just cake and punch and those mints! No big catered hoopla here. And having a baby and taking your child to pre-school, kindergarten and then his high school graduation and then you're having your 50th birthday and then it's your 60th birthday and then, oh yes, you have a stupid Acoustic Neuroma (excuse me!) and then you're signing up for Social Security and thinking....Whoa, Nelly, what is happening here? So, there you go. Most of my life in one paragraph!!
Well, sort of. Metaphorically speaking. I didn't march on Washington or join the Peace Corps. But I do have Spin and Marty's autograph! And Annette's. hee hee Oh come on, somebody out there must know who they are! HA
Well, that was fun. Talk to you later.
Sue in Vancouver
