Oh, and I took lots of pictures. (I’m starting to wonder if my family and friends have become peeved with the big black Nikon that’s always pointed in their faces.) I’m happy someone pried it from my fingers long enough to snap a few impromptu shots of Jeff and me.
After the ten-hour drive home on Monday, getting all gussied up to watch fireworks at the waterfront (as was originally planned) was out of the question, so we stayed in and watched 127 Hours. As the sun dropped below the skyline, the first few fireworks appeared right outside our window. We didn’t realize living on the fifth floor guaranteed our own private fireworks show; we could see the colorful explosions all across Portland, from the comfort of our couch! It was a perfect way to end a fun weekend.