Anyway. Hi. I was social last night.
Two friends of mine who recently got married had a marriage celebration. Christian and Denise had had a relatively small wedding ceremony, at Timberline Lodge on the south slope of Mt. Hood; they're now back from their honeymoon (New Orleans, good choice, if loud: they were near Bourbon Street) and wanted to visit with more friends than could make it up the mountain.
They gathered a good batch of happy people at Mad Sons, a pub just off of Hawthorne. (Portland recycling at its finest!: Mad Sons is a repurposed version of a restaurant that used to be there called Madison's. The neon sign outside is almost the same with just the I and the ’ removed, and the wood-paneled decor was changed to be about the Founding Fathers of the United States.) Denise and Christian's party was on the pub's second floor, closed off for just us; the counters overlooking the first floor are lined with vintage early-, mid-, and late-20th century books. I didn't read them, but I did check out some of the titles.
Christian and Denise's circle of friends is eclectic, and nice to visit with. I like being in that circle. I listened to one artist describe her trip with her husband, also an artist, to see the Chicago production of Lin-Manuel Miranda's Hamilton, a show that moved her to tears. How big fans are they of Hamilton? They've donated art pieces to the show, and got a nice shout-out from Miranda himself for their art. I listened to another artist talk about one of her big recent projects, cleaning up a website of hers that has content going back to 1998. She said the way the site used to be, was like a house that had had odd, rambling additions grafted onto it, which I think is neat for a house (kind of like the Winchester Mystery House!) but confusing for a website. The site, I'm sure, works better now. I wouldn't normally be interested in hearing about coding, but I (and Denise and Christian) know people who can make that and many other subjects interesting and worth listening to.
The newlyweds were nice enough to feed us, too. And a guest offered to get me a drink, but I turned him down: I want to have my next drink when I'm celebrating getting a job.
So. A good time with good people. Then home, on a clear and bright-moon'd night.
