On Monday I celebrated the birth of a dear friend with other friends by eating too much delicious food at Laurelhurst Market. Lots of meat, but the mac and cheese was surprisingly (re: ridiculously) delicious. (Montage, take note: step up your game or get the fuck out of town). In any case, I needed to detox, so I skipped a certain weekly meeting of my dudes and a few ladies, and started walking.
Before I knew it I was at Laurelhurst Park.

It was dusk and the bats were about, swooping for their food, teenage boys and girls were awkwardly sitting on benches, and I sat on the bench for a good long while, and felt absolutely fine.
So take a walk!