Today we ate doughnuts for lunch. Because we can. A great lesson in even though you can do something, doesn’t mean you should. That much sugar mid-day is not good for the adult body. After coming down off the initial sugar high, I had to go back to the hotel and sleep off my food coma.
Mike took us to the famous Portland establishment of Voodoo Doughnut, known for their delicious, albeit a bit lewd, confectionery delights. The names alone sent the guys into a tailspin back to the degeneracy of their teenage years. I was outnumbered. The off-colored jokes continued well into the evening, each time the guys cracking up over their foolishness. None of them are worth repeating, so you’ll just need to channel your inner teenager and use your imagination.