Saturday involved a great BBQ where Joe “Plaid-dude” Gorski showed off his hamburger cooking skills. Whilst the burgers were cooking, the rest of us tried to figure out how to play baseball. We managed to hit the ball around but I don’t think we ever figured out the rules. Carolyn made some people think she was pregnant when she ate an epic potato-salad-bbq-chip-mustard-burger. After the amazing eats and a walk through the park, bocce ball became the sport of choice. Again, we weren’t exactly sure how the sport worked but everyone seemed to have a good time.

Later that night we all were Shanghaid and learned about the ghostly underworld of Portland. Not too long ago, disorderly folk like Patrik were hauled into an underground network of tunnels and sold off to captains of boats headed to Shanghai. Apparently a lot of these people became ghosts and now haunt the very passages that we got a nice little tour in. Our tour guide talked a lot but it was decently informative. Despite the demonic threats, Carolyn’s camera battery continues to live. However, there are no photos of us in the tunnels… Eerie…

Michelle is a fine hostess. Not only is she that, but she is a fine bocce ball player. Not only is she that, but she is a fine 90mph hairpin turner. Not only that, but she makes the best Michelletini that any of us have ever had. Joe is a lucky man.