Last post for today and I should be caught up. Ken (my brother) and I went to the Polish Festival yesterday. It's right here in North Portland and I had never been. Bad Pole! Or half-Pole anyway :) Hmmm... That just sounds odd. Anyway, it was kind of fun. Small, not all that much to see. I got to eat pierogies and drink a not-very-delicious Polish beer. We saw kids dancing the polka or something. We also got very fun tshirts that say "Polska" and have the Polish symbol or whatever on them. (I'll have to do a pic of that later.) And being the narcissist I am, hot Polish boys! Seriously though, it's weird to be around so many people who look vaguely familiar in some weird way. Like a family reunion with people you've never met and aren't actually related to.
Ken eating kielbasa and not smiling his usual picture smile
The forementioned dancers...
And the also forementioned not-so-good beer. Beer nonetheless. Hence the smile.