Then Mom said that if I would like some help with gas and hotel costs, she wouldn't mind getting out of town for a day. That made me think that I should ask my sister if she'd like to tag along, especially since she's a KITH fan (I introduced her to their stuff on DVD about a decade ago). That's when I found out that her boyfriend is also a fan. Then my brother (yes, another fan) ended up getting back home sooner than we expected. Long story short, on the morning of May 30th five people piled into my mother's Tahoe at 5:30 in the morning, bound for Portland. Half an hour at the slowest Starbucks I've ever seen and seven hours of mostly ugly road later (with a quick stop to gas up and see my aunt in her hometown), we arrived. During the damned Rose Festival, when the traffic is psychosis-inducing and all the street closures render GPS about half as useful as normal, but I digress (for now). Interestingly enough, everyone just went along with the idea of me planning out the food itinerary for the entire trip. First stop: barbecue.
