All day Aubrey begged me to take her that evening to Portland to see a play put on by the theater group with which she has previously performed. I wouldn't commit to go until the very last minute because I really didn't know how we were going to get everything done, but at 5:45 (after Aubrey happily helped finish the chores) we left Dan and Joseph and two of Joseph's friends at home and took off to downtown Portland.
And thus began a situation so ridiculous that it was downright comical.
- As we were driving down I-5 an electronic banner warned of an accident ahead, on the exit we would normally take. This required us to loop around Portland to come in from the other direction. Okay, no problem.
- The next faux pas we are going to blame on Apple's sometimes faulty GPS mapping system. As I drove Aubrey looked up the theater's name on the GPS, and Siri led us off the freeway and round and round in circles. Literally. We knew that the theater was on Broadway, so when Siri finally told us to turn right on Broadway we were uber relieved.
- We started winding up the hill on Broadway. Wait, up the hill? There are no hills in downtown Portland. The hills are to the west of the downtown and are filled with lovely older homes perched precariously on steep dropoffs. I realized almost immediately that we were NOT being led the right way, but the switchback steep road didn't give me any options for turning around. And then Siri announced, "you have reached your destination on the left." Which was the edge of a cliff. Apparently Apple iphone maps incorrectly used Broadway Drive as the address for the theater, not Broadway Street.
- But, no problem. We still had 45 minutes until the show was to start, so we found the correct address online and prompted our clueless digital assistant to lead us there. And she did lead us . . . down the other side of the mountain and right smack dab into the middle of gridlock.
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We came off the mountain probably half an hour before the Fun Run began, so there were zillions of cars clogging every road and vying for the limited parking spots. There were also thousands and thousands of fully costumed and wacky looking race participants streaming across the streets.
Siri had somehow managed to plant us in the middle of the worst traffic jam I've ever experienced AND the theater we were trying to reach was directly on the other side of the blocked-off race route. That meant we had to S-L-O-W-L-Y inch at a snails pace for miles in the opposite direction of the theater, trying to find a road that wasn't blocked.
I have to admit that, as much as I disliked being stuck in traffic and definitely was unhappy that Aubrey was missing the play, I did kind of enjoy seeing the pretty houses on the hills of Portland, the zany energy of the pre-race crowd, and the spectacle which is downtown Portland. To be honest, under different circumstances it would have been fun to park somewhere and just watch the sure-to-be-entertaining Fun Run and Parade.
But it was not a day for parade watching. We had a play to attend, and Aubrey was getting more and more anxious about the fact that we were going to miss the opening of the play. She was texting back and forth with a friend who was already at the theater (having very intelligently driven directly to the theater and not up the mountain and down to the middle of the parade). Our hopes increased when the play start time was delayed by half an hour for some reason (hmmm - could it be that most of the audience was stuck in traffic?). However, it took us almost two hours to drive the 3-4 miles through downtown, and by the time we reached the theater Aubrey decided tearfully that she didn't want to see just the second half of the play and wanted to go home.
So, we gladly drove the opposite direction of the tangled traffic. But I really hated to end the night on such a note.
So we turned to our fickle friend Siri and Aubrey helped me look up the address of an ice cream shop I had heard about which is on the other side of Portland (because ice cream is always the right choice, in happy and sad times!) By the time we drove there the tears had slowed and we were even able to sort of laugh about the situation.
The ice cream was homemade and wonderful. We got a sampler bowl with four scoops of ice cream and four different toppings.
The ice cream employee strongly recommended the chocolate tequila and maple jack bacon brittle (as in Jack Daniels), but we politely declined and instead tried Tennessee Honey, Sizzling Strawberry (with a bit of habanero mixed in to offset the sweetness), Brown Butter Almond Brittle (our favorite), and Cereal & Milk (our surprise 2nd favorite - it tasted just like Captain Crunch and was creamy and delicious).
I wish we had seen the play Aubrey wanted to see so much, but I selfishly really enjoyed the time I was able to spend just visiting with her.
The ice cream was noteworthy, the drive through Portland definitely memorable, but what I hope she remembers from this crazy night is this:
Sometimes life throws us curveballs, like a parade blocking the way to our theater destination, struggles with health, a challenging relationship, or financial/job woes. It's normal and very okay to be disappointed, angry, furious, anguished,and sad. But eventually it's a really good thing to be able to laugh a little, find comfort in the people who are going through the challenge with us, and enjoy the scenery as we make our way through life's obstacles. The older I get the more I believe that true happiness doesn't come from avoiding the pitfalls and quagmires of life, but from the process of dealing with them.


































































