New Year’s Eve, restaurants & muffin tops

We had a lovely dinner at Castagna Cafe last night, although I’d say it was good rather than stellar. I mean we’d be more likely to try a new place than return. We’re finally going to Andina today for a 2:30pm lunch! Very exciting. I’d walked by that place when I was still at The Hotel and thought it looked good. When I mentioned it in conversation with the The Ladd Charles, he was like, That’s my favorite restaurant! 

Unfortunately I have not rallied myself for exercise early enough to get to what I’d planned on for today in time. I was going to do Day 7 of Julia’s Twelve Days of Christmas. (She didn’t add me into the new Facebook group like she’d said she would, but I understand because I don’t actually know any of the ladies involved, and the whole reason she archived the first was that it’d gotten too big. With that invariably comes the negativity and trolls. I never saw it there but I guess it was happening. In any case, it wasn’t ever going to replace the community that I had with Astangis at one time, so NBD.)

I’ve missed so many workouts with this vicious cold! Maybe I’ll get to it tonight. We’re not doing anything after lunch. My voice is still too weak. It’d made some gains yesterday an then I talked too much & had to revert to the pen and pad at dinner. At least the waitress didn’t treat me like a leper because of it, like the guy the night before. She was sweet.

I should really work out. A Sierre Trading Post delivery was here this morning. It’s a discount shopping site I’d never heard of before meeting Ch. He’d ordered me a couple pairs of jeans to try on. I haven’t bought new jeans in ages and was wise not to go with my previous, fitter NYC-size of a 25″ waist. I went with 26, but guess what? The “Rock & Roll” jeans fit perfectly everywhere except for nipping in at the waist to provide me with the dreaded muffin top. One is worse than the other. If I were to wear a fitted top I’d have to walk around with my arms up overhead, lol. So it’s really just the cut… I have narrow hips but I don’t have all that much of a waist. I’m pretty much straight up in down, with a little more softness around the lower abs than there used to be, and that shit isn’t going away unless I resume a more active lifestyle. (Not much hope there.)

I really don’t like the cheesy logo stuck on the back anyway. I hate prominent logos, as I have a thing against free whoring for corporations in general.

Also the Asics don’t fit. Doh! For sneakers I find it’s really best to go try a bunch of stuff on. It’s nearly impossible to get a great fit via an order and return cycle. Of course then you’ve gotta be able to pay full retail. I’ll continue to wear the too-big ones. It’s ok. It’s not like I’m running a marathon or anything.

At least I’ll get my sit in before we go!

A bored (and wronged) witch is a dangerous witch, PDX

Reversal Part 2

I probably should’ve waited to add the valerian root to my noxious blend! Every time I spit flem into my coffee can cauldron I get a whiff, lol. The gunk in my sinuses has thankfully loosened enough so I can breathe. I’m still blowing my nose fairly constantly, and my Vaseline still comes to bed with me every night for post blow application (and is by my side all day). The first plan was to keep adding to the mix as long as I’m coughing, but I think I may bury it tomorrow, and it can keep steeping on a semi permanent basis.

I’m using the fruits of my illness as a tools, see. I have suffered emotionally to a huge extent, and the social isolation has taken a big toll on the robustness of my health. So I will take my illness, suffering and all the negative feelings that generates and put it allllll into the mix to send back.

I’ve decided to take another rest day from exercise. I had to work out the day before yesterday, as days of lying in bed had made my back so sore. Yesterday I chose a no-impact routine, though it was one of Julia’s. It took a lot out of me. Too much. I hadn’t eaten a substantial meal since Christmas Day & I nearly told Charlie I didn’t want to go to Rogue for burgers after all. I’m glad I rallied. Also glad I thought to bring a notepad & pen with me, as it’s most often loud in there and last night it was.


We had the same waiter as the last visit. I’d asked C to tell him I had laryngitis so he wouldn’t think I was rude by not communicating at all. The funny thing was that after that he wouldn’t look at me, as if I were sporting some deeply embarrassing deformity. I could still smile and nod!

And then they were having a sale on some of their bottled beers and C asked if we could get a case of the IPA we were drinking. The table flyer said, “Ask your server about our selections!”, or something like that. The waiter goes, Uhh… I could check and see if we have it if I get a chance. C was momentarily taken aback and the waiter left. So C grabbed one (from the other room) and then wrote on the table flyer, “Actually the server would prefer you check yourself.

I still like that place. It’s satisfyingly divey.

Tonight we’re going to check out the cafe outpost of an expensive, foodie-type place (think single bit sized “portions” swimming in huge, fancy plates) that I spent some time on Twitter making fun of today.


The cafe is still pricey, but like a quarter of the “fahncy” restaurant, and I’m pretty sure you might even get half plates of food, or C must think so as he wouldn’t have suggested we try it. Occurred to me that it might’ve been a mistake to reserve the table using my Open Table account, in that case, lol, but C couldn’t remember his password. Or I typed it in wrong.

Things about Portland that suck

Portland restaurants are really not any cheaper than NYC restaurants, and there’s a huge gap in the medium range, comfy cafe level. You’ve either got brewpub or EXPENSIVE, it seems. And I never saw a fee for splitting an entree anywhere in NYC. I went to a so-so Italian place in Sellwood on a pre Ch internet date once, and was shocked to see they’d bill you $5 if you wanted an entree served on two plates. Da fuck?

Also interesting, two of the places I liked best when I was trying to be vegan and virtuous are closing. Portobello is one of the few places that comes sort-of close to NYC levels. Like, why do vegan places here have to be like biker bars serving only junk food, or look like fast food restaurants where you might want to have lunch but NEVER dinner? I don’t get it. Portobello serves decent food and at least as a B- ambiance, but they’re done on the 31st.

Vtopia, the vegan cheese place and cafe, is now crowd sourcing to try to stay open, so you know they’re done. I used to live within walking distance and liked going there. C and I have been together several times, but the last time we went we found a new owner and there was no wine, because apparently the liquor license does not transfer. That makes NO sense! And while the owner was nice, the cheese case looked barren and depressing and I remember the detail that they served us each about 1 tablespoon of dressing with our salads and it was impossible to get attention to get any more, even though there were maybe 1 or 2 other occupied tables at best. I had a strong feeling it wouldn’t last, and we weren’t ever motivated to return.