A Milli

running a half-marathon in April so i get the excuse of eating a lot between running 20 plus miles a week. I seriously think I only started running to justify my ridiculous need to eat incredibly fatty foods.
This term I am taking a History of Jazz class, which just gave me more reason to eat and drink at night. So off to the Jimmy Mak's, portland's biggest jazz hub, we go.

Since conversations tend to get awkward and strained when my sibblings and I hang out with dad, I thought the distraction of live music would be a nice way to spend time together. It is not completely escapist, like a movie, yet not as stark and exposed like a silent dinner table. So my sister and I were able to avoid most of his piercing missiles. example:

"you look fatter than your sister"
"your sister looks fatter than you"
"you look like you are balding"
"what are you going to do with your worthless college degree"

Sert and I managed to escaped with a pleasant "both of you look like the same size, now"

hmm...

but before any awkward silences commenced, there was a "1-2-3-4" and the strings of a jazz guitar started plucking away. Only to be followed by 3 middle-aged men that looked like they were in various stages of coitus... for an hour and a half