In the summer of 2009, David and I went on a three-week road trip to visit my family in Farmington, New Mexico. The trip there was pretty direct, stopping only in Salt Lake City for the evening, where we ate at an Applebee’s and had a very depressed Canadian server regretting his recent marriage to a Mormon girl. To say that was awkward is an understatement.
On the way home, however, we stopped in Las Vegas, San Fransisco, and Portland. Three cities that, up until then, I had never been too. I was excited for the adventures ahead. Las Vegas we met up with my sister Olivia and had a total blast. I scored an unreal deal, that I have yet to see again, on the MGM Grand and it was a fun in the sun filled couple of days. Next stop, San Fran. Again, scored an unreal hotel deal right near Fisherman’s Wharf, when we arrived we were SO hungry we literally ate at the first place we saw – a Hooters. Not our proudest moment, but hey, we hungry. The final stop in Portland was the best. We stayed at one of the most fantastic hotels I have ever stayed at, The Nines, and ate some really amazing food (the restaurant in the hotel, Urban Farmer, was TDF, best bacon I ever had.) Now this was pre-beer loving Alexandra, so we did not visit any breweries or anything. A true shame.
We did however visit a place that houses two of my favorite things. Pizza, and ghosts.
After a bit of research on where to get some pie in PDX, I came across Old Town Pizza, that is allegedly haunted. If you know me, you know haunted things are my favorite! I am not 100% sure if I believe in ghosts for real, but I do love the idea of beings scared. So obviously we had to go to this pizza place.
We walked there, as we did the entire trip – who needs a car, from our hotel and the minute I stepped inside I could feel the history of the place. It looked like an old saloon, and felt like it too. I know all about how old-time saloons felt, don’t you know! 😉 The place, in my memory, is rather HUGE, and for ghost hunting sake I wanted to walk the entire space. See what I could see, feel, hear, touch, etc…
The journey through the place was ghost-free, I know, shocking, but it was still a cool place to visit. Lots of character. And PIZZA. So David and I sat down in a table for two at the window, looking back we should have taken a table for more so a ghost could have joined us if they wanted! The place has a “resident ghost” named Nina, and I would have welcomed her at the table then probably passed out. As we looked through the menu, and waited and waited for service, I began to get “hangry.” I was agrivated that I 1) did not see a ghost and 2) there was no pizza in front of my face for me to feast upon. In a moment of minor rage, I told David we were leaving. No ghosts and no pizza for us today.
As we left, literally just got out of the doorway, David realized he had left his sunglasses on the table. We went right back in to get them, seriously maybe 1 minute later. They were gone. We tracked down a server and before we spoke she said (not a direct quote here I am sure) “Oh sorry, no one has been over there to help you guys yet, we will send someone!” David told her actually he was looking for his sunglasses, but since no waiter had been in that area, it was clear they would not have them. We went back to that area and looked up, down, and around. Then we re-traced our initial journey through the restaurant. No sunnies in SIGHT. This was the second pair of sunglasses David had lost this trip, the other pair was on our ill-fated attempt at a house boating trip to Lake Powell. He was knocked in the face with the wakeboard handle thingy (I am very sporty) and they flew off into Lake Powell. Even typing about those two days spent there is giving me hives, pretty sure I have PTSD from that trip (another blog post I am sure.)
After about 20 minutes looking for these sunglasses, we left, and David was pretty upset. I was elated, not because he lost his sunglasses BUT BECAUSE A GHOST CLEARLY TOOK THEM.
So if you are in Portland, and go to Old Town Pizza, look for a ghost wearing some 2009 Oakley Gascans (LOL) and tell her David says “Hey, those are mine!”