Marrakesh logoAnd/or: How not to make an entrance at a busy NW Portland Restaurant.

Yes, that clumsy person who Marnie politely and discreetly refers to in her review is naturally me, the person who forcefully plunks down on her ottoman only to go flying backwards into the lap of the young and trendy gentleman sitting about two feet behind her. Hey, the guy took it extremely well, I just wish I had actually consumed any or all of the drinks which my tablemates accused me of having earlier so I had some excuse for being the only person so graceless that I couldn’t manage to keep my buttocks tastefully on my cushion where it belonged. Anything to be the center of attention, you know?

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