Basically, the second we can, we’re moving to Portland. I am not a southern girl by any means. The heat gets to me, humidity shouldn’t exist, those aren’t mountains, don’t put sugar in that tea, etc. Atlanta was never meant for me. My entire family is from Colorado on over. I just have to get outta here.
About a month ago, we went back to play around in Portland some more. Our first trip we somehow missed out on Voodoo Doughnut, even though we drunkenly wandered by it three or four times. Apparently, a drinking Molly has more interest in arcade games than fried dough. Sounds about right.