Pop Rocks and Fireworks!

I love spontaneous Friday evenings. I was ready to come home from work and spend the evening doing laundry and/or reading a good book, but my friend texted me on the way home to see if I wanted to go to Delta Cafe for dinner. And so began an evening full of fun and adventure.

Right now I'm sitting on my couch eating strawberry Pop Rocks!

These particular Pop Rocks were acquired at the beginning of my spontaneous evening. Sami and I tried to find something to buy at Fred Meyer to write a check for cash and avoid outrageous ATM fees. They are so worth the .50 cents I paid for them!

I love Pop Rocks! I love to feel them shoot off my tongue onto my teeth or the roof of my mouth, or to open my mouth and hear them popping around like Rice Krispys in a bowl of milk . . . it's like a mini fireworks show and you get to "taste the explosion."

After we left Fred Meyer we headed south to the Delta Cafe were we enjoyed the down home southern cooking, good sweet tea, and eclectic atmosphere for a reasonable price. I am a little horse from talking over the din of voices and music, but it's a small price to pay for good conversation with a fabulous friend.

And a trip to Delta just wouldn't be the same without walking a couple of blocks down the street to Bubble Bubble Tea. Bubble Tea is not for the faint of heart--a milky, chewy, lovely Taiwanese concoction that is probably an acquired taste, unless you're me, who fell in love with it the first time I ever tried it. However, tonight our experience at Bubble Bubble Tea was less than spectacular thanks to the slightly harried and odd cashier/bubble tea maker. Long story short, we'd only been there about 20 minutes when he cleared his throat and uncertainly bit out, "I'm closing my doors in 5 minutes" to a restaurant full of customers (most of whom had come in after us). We sat in stunned silence and looked at him for about 10 seconds before conversations continued as though he hadn't said anything. He responded by explaining himself to the air, "I've gotta close 10 minutes early tonight . . . I've been slammed . . . I've got . . . ." He trailed off and just looked around the room. We looked at the posted hours on the window, which clearly said they closed at 11 pm on Fridays (it was 9:45 pm) and giggled to ourselves that he must have had a rough day and be at his wits end. What else could cause such a break down?

But, his melt down was our gain. As we headed north on McLoughlin Blvd. we found ourselves driving straight toward the Fireworks show at the Rose Festival's Waterfront Village. And thanks to Sami's quick thinking and driving, instead of getting on I-5 North we pulled over on the side of the Morrison Bridge with many other onlookers and stood right under a spectacular fireworks show! It was beautiful and loud. I could feel each boom vibrating my chest as if I was in the front row at a rock concert.

Here's a picture of last year's Fireworks show . . . the bridge with the blueish-purple lights on it is the Morrison: the very bridge where we stood and watched this year's show. And off to the right you can see the bright lights of the Rose Festival Carnival shining out from behind the Tom McCall Waterfront Park trees, and above that the incredible Portland skyline. This picture captures everything I love about downtown Portland. Rose Festival season is Portland at it's best.

By the way, I was just reading the ingredients of Pop Rocks: 1) Sugar 2) Lactose (milk sugar) . . . Wait, what? Lactose? Hugh? I guess lactose intolerant people gotta be careful about the Pop Rock intake. Who knew?

P.S. I also bought Fun Dip . . . haven't cracked it open yet, but when I do I'm sure it'll be worth all .33 cents I paid for it and a successful end to the spontaneity of this Friday evening :)