Friday night, after standing inside of our free spa fully clothed, we decided to go out to check out the Bend night scene. Drunk snowboarders roamed the streets, and after walking around for a while we ended up at the Bo Restobar, which is an off shoot of Portland’s Typhoon (the same bar where my left thumb lost the battle to alcohol on new years. See blog post titled “look ma no nail“) we made it just in time for cheap wine and bbq pork that tasted exactly like grilled Spam, and headed back to the spa room where I decided I would fill it sit in it, empty it, and refill just because I could.

Wine headache the next day, but Michael insisted we go on an 8 mile run. I complained that we were “on vacation and people don’t run while on vacation, instead they gorge themselves with good food and refill free spas and drink like their livers do not exist and watch a marathon of America’s Next Top Model on free cable TV!” He was not convinced and we went and I got lost trying to keep up with him. I chased him for three miles! Ultimately though I was happy that I accomplished something other than being a beast.

The park:

Later we visited El Jimador for lunch, it was recommended by a coworker and I only have one word to describe their spinach enchiladas: YUM-ZILLA!

I can honestly say that those were the best enchiladas I have ever had in my 26 years of existence! (and being Mexican I've had enough to fill a dozen taco trucks!)

What is the manliest drink that you can possibly order at a Mexican restaurant?

Why a Pina Colada of course!

The weather was perfect and we did some shopping, stopped in to Mcmenamins St. Francis school, which was just like every other Mcmenamins in the universe. We stopped at a comic book shop where I bought a ton of Garbage Pail Kids and a Gary Larson book for Pez. And it really is true, heavyset homely men frequent these establishments. All of that shopping made us thirsty so we decided we would stop at yet ANOTHER Mexican restaurant for a quick drink. We sat on the side walk and ordered fresh guacamole. Apparently they want you to know their guacamole is REALLY REALLY, fresh so much that they send a professional guacomole maker to your table to prove it. In this case Michael pointed out that it looked like Quagmire’s Hispanic cousin.

We had big plans of getting dinner at the Bendistillery that evening and when I hear “Bend Distillery” I think of an ecclectic little artsy spot with fun drinks and cool art. Well not here!! It was a huge disapointment with jiggy music, jiggy people and a weird vibe. We cancelled our food order and ran out of there as fast as we could.

After walking in to a couple of places and leaving we ended up at The Summit for dinner, martinis and a glorious time. Overall it was very relaxing with great weather and the people are incredibly friendly everywhere you go. I also have a suspicion that there was a “white guy with dreads” convention that was taking place in town that weekend because every time we turned the corner a white guy with dreads would appear. The only complaint I have is that I was never carded anywhere I went. It made me feel like either I am looking older or they just dont give a crap about underage drinkers in Bend because apparently people in Portland certainly love to card me.

Snowy drive on the way home:

We stopped in to Rose’s for steamed mussels, awesome cheese, smoked salmon and white wine on the way back:

And what was the very best thing about this weekend you may ask??? Coming home to Pez who made me a hilarious mother’s day card that read:
For: T.A.O
From: Ezra

It totally made my year!

PS. For more Fenavo fun check out the photo’s on Flickr.