Sylvia’s must-have item?  A pair of Doc’s.  How could I say no?

There was dinner and dancing with friends, of course.

Everything was very official, with corsages and looooooooooove.

I went looking on my old computer for some old photos to post for comparison, but instead became captivated by the span (almost wrote spawn) of time.  I saved several to my desktop but I think they will be a different post.  We’ll keep this one in the here and now.

Here is a truck with one of everything on it.

Here are some excellent chicken and waffles from Mack and Dub’s Excellent Chicken and Waffles.

Here is some sweet, sweet New Aesthetic action for you.

Last night we went to The Kennedy School. We met a bunch of people in one of the bars, and stayed the night in a room there (which allowed us to avail ourselves of a salt-water bathing pool!) Staying there was really nice. In addition to the aforementioned pool, the room was really nice, and it was fun to have it as a bivouac. Here is an extremely pretentious picture of Hazel taken therein.

Here is a picture of us this morning, right before we checked out.

So, while it wasn’t on our itinerary, we made a stop at the Mad River Hospital (what a name!) to make sure I hadn’t broken anything.  Nope, not broken, but the ligaments are damaged, so it’s going to be a long time before I get back to my ballet classes.

I went back to work yesterday, and my students were wonderful, but it definitely wrecked me.  Crutching around is work.  I got all sweaty and I am just not a sweaty person.

So I stayed home again today, and did a lot of sleeping.  You know I’m not myself when you see me photographed in a hoodie.  I have never even owned a hoodie in my life.  This is one of Sylvia’s abandoned ones that has sharpie marker stains all over the sleeves.  But its shlubbiness is telling.  Seriously, I watched The Cutting Edge on Netflix and ate a Kit Kat today.  I guess my ligaments aren’t the only worrisome thing…

There was also a lot of rain, but it was nice to just watch it through the windows. The drive home was also pretty soggy, and we stopped on the other side of Rice Hill, which is always fun.

On Friday night we stopped a bit outside Cave Junction at a resort whose rooms are tree houses.

We didn’t get to do anything exciting, but the room was nice and the breakfast they provided was quite good. It seems like it’s the sort of place that rewards a longer stay. If you like horses or ziplines or whatever.

Now we’re in Trinidad, and I’m sure there will be more to say about that presently.

It was not a disappointment! We were all in pretty desperate straits, me enough so that I ordered a Monte Cristo, which came with a pineapple ring on top. Awesome!  Why don’t more entrees come this way?

In our great wisdom, we also ordered two slices of cream pie to go — a very promising beginning to our Spring Break.

The first day we were there, the sis and I noticed a couple trying to push this thing back into the ocean. It was beautifully futile. The next day, I went and took pictures of it.

Before we left, we decided that we needed to pose with it.

Here we are, getting our pre-funk on (in the background: Jonathan Richman’s “I’m Straight”).  Notice how svelte Joaquin has become!

We have a somewhat longstanding tradition of going to our closest friends’ house and ringing it in with them, but illness intervened.  So we asked the internet, “Hey, internet, what should we do?” And the answer was to go to Dot’s Cafe.

Dot’s is a wonderful place. I’ve been going there since I was in my early teens, just a year or so after they opened. It’s also the last place I took Joaquin while he was still living in New York, before he moved here.  So there’s history, you know.

Along with New Year’s Eve, they were celebrating their 20th anniversary. It was very festive and romantic.

2012 is the year of the dragon, which is Joaquin’s year.  I think it’s really going to be something.

Here is the locker we kept our stuff in whilst being overcome by insouciance.

(Man, that is so insouciant!)

Here are the beskated feet of me and C.

(Man, those are so beskated!)

We also went to the Portland Art Museum to check out the rather remarkable The Artist’s Touch and the Craftsman’s Hand exhibit. Unfortunately, everything in that exhibit was (understandably) behind glass, so my photos from it are crap. Instead, check out these pictures of “special” babies from the Renaissance.

Now we’re at Ocean Haven again, and I’m sure I’ll have something to say about that soon.