A Girl Called Gus and the Case of the Endeavors of Alex, Sarah, Hannah, Brian, Kelsey, Doc, and the Horse named GPS.

Yesterday 6 of us ventured to the farthest city possible for Alex and Sarah's 2 year anniversary.
Portland.
We went to the zoo. Saw sea lions repeat the same pattern at least 20 times. A polar bear the size of my house, (okay so maybe I'm exaggerating a smidge) the lions, tigers, and bears, (oh my) even though the bears and tigers were absent, and basically every other animal in the kingdom.
Once we had concluded our zoo extravaganza we traveled all through portland for over an hour searching for the Old Country Buffet, which still remains to be found, and then we settled for a Greek restaurant who also sold fries.
Then we ventured off to Voodoo Donuts, amazing by the way, where I bought a bacon maple bar, which was absolutely impeccable. I don't think I'll be able to eat a plain maple bar again.
Afterwards we went to Powell's city of books, where we only stayed for about an hour which is about 7 seconds in powell time. Bookcases from floor to ceiling, everything from astrology, to first editions of the Hobbit, from C.S. Lewis, to every children's book imaginable. It was amazing. I could have spent the night there. Or the week there because of my infatuation with books.
Anway, that was our day, 7 hours in a car, Optimus Prime impersonations, Repetitive Sea Lions, Peeing Bats, Greek Food, Amazing donuts, one which was given to a homeless man, a GPS which was a "horse" and led us astray, and a bookstore the size of a village.