I didn’t have to do much to get paid in food this weekend. My buddy Il bought himself a huge new bed, a California King (which caused my sister to call Il “a pimp”) and he needed help getting it out of his garage and up into his bedroom. He said he’d buy me a birthday dinner at The Ringside but unfortunately he didn’t get sheets with his new bed and so we were delayed. Trying to get into The Ringside on a Saturday night without reservations is nearly impossible, but we were trying to sneak in before the dinner rush and missed our opportunity. We had prime rib at Portland Brewing, though. Not as good, but still good.

And today I helped my friend Greg with some wiring to his wife’s new (used) horse trailer. It took about three hours of hounding him to get started, so I figure I could actually feel justified in having him buy me dinner for helping him with this. It took two people: one on one end of the horse trailer with a battery and test leads connected to the trailer electrical cable, and one on the other end looking at the brake lights. I guess Greg was blaming Keeley (his wife) for buying such a junky trailer, but the problem was in the 10-year-old adapter cable. It only took about an hour to fix the cable but, like I said, it took a lot longer to get him to actually start looking at the problem. Dinner was at the St. Johns McMenamins Pub where half of the proceeds were going to Sauvies Island Elementary School somehow.

And that was about it for the weekend.