C was still eating when I returned to the car and asked for five more minutes to finish. Took out my mp3 player and speaker to listen to some R&B until we take off.

The longer we sat there gazing at that view and getting lost in the smooth vocals of Jon B and Remy Shand, the urge to just stay in Portland was getting hard to ignore.

“The rain stop. The day is now sunny…nice.”
“Yes it is. But what if it’s raining in SMB? You have dude’s number?”
“Who??”
“Your boy! The guy who owns the bar.”
“Oh, yeah…yeah I have the number.”
“Maybe you should call him to make sure the function is still on. I would hate for us to go all the way there and the thing isn’t happening.”
“No man! No. It still going on.” He smiles. “Don’t worry, Vi. A good time you gonna have.”

I smiled. He’s right I would regret not going and I’m instructed to return home without them…regrets that is.