please hold my PBR while i type

Oh Clyde, you're hilarious! Pretending to know one day of the week from another...ha! Classic Clyde!

Today happens to be a lovely Wednesday. I can see the sun. Why I'm still indoors in my pyjamas is anyone's guess. If I do change and go out, though, the sky will immediately darken and start raining on me. Classic Portland!

Actually, the last time the sun came out was right after a rainshower, so there was an INTENSE yet NOT-DOUBLE rainbow!

That was on Monday. But let's time-travel just a bit further, to the weekend.

Evan's friend and former roommate Tim was in town this weekend from LA. I met him last time I was here, so it was nice to see a familiar face. He's a likeable, laid-back kind of guy. Facebook stalking looking at Facebook photos leads me to believe that, around people he knows better, he's a bit wacky. But the best photo is in his and Evan's yearbook. Behold!

I won't show you Evan's (non-costumed) photo, because if he found out he would probably kill me. But I will say that in the 'most likely's, he got 'most likely to sleep through a fire drill'. I would still nominate him for that.

On Friday night, Evan and I got together with Tim and some of the other people he came to visit and went to a bar called The Know. As in, you have to be a hipster in the know. Here's an illustration of some of the people there:

This drawing is a bit misleading since I only gave one person a PBR. In reality, 3/3 had them.

So the people-watching was fun, and there was live music, this guy. Definitely different. At first I was like, "my ears!" but then he grew on me.

Saturday night I didn't do much besides wallow in front of the TV. I was tired and missed everybody. ALL OF YOUUUUU! But Sunday was cool because we went to an arcade downtown where I got to kick the crap out of my sucky feelings with games like pinball, Shoot the Aliens in a Weird Warehouse Full of Barrels of Toxic Shit, and Fight Against Evan in This Martial Arts Game That You Will Surprisingly Win. Then we went to a sushi place that I wish I could take you all to because it was adooooorable! I'll show you! (via pictures that are not my own). Basically you sit around the counter, they make the sushi in the middle.

It's the conveyor belt concept, but instead of a c belt, it's TRAIN!

CHOOO CHOOOOOO! The second photo makes it look like that thing stops for no one! Well, it doesn't. It's not the Polar Express. But it goes slow enough to grab the food, is what I'm saying.

Lastly Sundaywise, we went to see The Town, which was alright, at the Laurelhurst, which is fantastic (and only a 5-min walk away!)

Movies are 3$. There are about 9 to choose from, mostly ones that have just gone onto DVD, and then one or two older movies (last time I was here we saw The 39 Steps). The place serves the usual popcorn and candy, but also pizza and wraps and BEER! PBR is in a category of its own, it's a bit weird.


Micro Beer
Pints...4.25
Pitcher...11.5
Widmer Hefeweizen
Full Sail Amber Ale
Sierra Nevada Celebration
Sierra Nevada Pale Ale
Bridgeport Ebenezer
Ninkasi Total Domination IPA
Mt. Hood Oatmeal Stout
Lucky Lab Porter
Woodchuck Hard Apple Cider

Pabst
Pints...2.5
Pitchers...6.75


I mean, I get that it can't go with the micro beers, but still. It seems inordinately popular here, like it's so cheap that it's become the One Beer to rule them all. I should try it. I know pabstolutely nothing about it! It'll probably taste like any other beer to me anyway.


Oh my god, it's past 1! I better run! Hope to see y'all round these parts again soon! 
I leave you with Evan, delighted to nap through a fire drill.

WELCOME TO P-TOWN (don't worry, wikipedia tells me this is one of its official nicknames)

Ah, Portland! Home of many a moss-covered thing!
Somehow I've already been here an entire week, so it's about time I updated y'all on my doings and surroundings. Sadly (for some of you), they do not include many hipster sightings. I just haven't spent much time in those parts of town yet. I mean, I did go into that one thrift store which was chock-a-block with flowery grandma dresses and ironically patterned sweaters. So I know where they shop. I just haven't seen them in action yet.


Back to last Friday- Evan greeted me with the best thing ever. A penis donut (technically the Cock-N-Balls donut). With my name on it. FEAST YOUR EYES!

Then we went home (2nd floor)

Where Clyde was waiting

He's cute when he's not jumping up onto the bed from the floor or down onto it from the windowsill in the middle of the night. Or when he's not climbing onto me when I'm on the computer and sticking his ass in my face.


Anyway, I'll be honest: I haven't done much. I'm just getting used to the reality of having every day free, being friendless, making myself go out when it's grey and rainy because it's always grey and rainy and you can't wait for it to be "nice out" like you would back home because that's not happening. So I've been walking a lot. Portland looks like spring and fall mixed together. A lot of the trees are bare but there's still so much green.

I like that you can see mountains in the distance. It feels cozy.

Speaking of cozy, everyone should come to Portland to go to Powell's City of Books. See, what you gotta do is walk from Evan's apartment to downtown in the pouring rain, even though you could have taken a bus. Then you scurry into Powell's, thoroughly drenched, and let the books enfold you in their warm embrace. Seriously, I wish I could show you this place. It's huge (listen to wiki: 

Powell's headquarters, dubbed Powell's City of Books, claims to be the largest independent new and used bookstore in the world.^[4] Powell's City of Books is located in the Pearl District on the edge of downtown, and occupies a full city block, between NW 10th and 11th Avenues and between W. Burnside and NW Couch Streets. It contains over 68,000 square feet (6,300 m²), about 1.6 acres (6,500 m²) of retail floor space.) 
Room after room like this, not all in a line but off to the left and right, up some stairs or down some stairs, like a layer cake labyrinth.

Well, it's dinnertime for me. Hopefully this weekend will bring exciting things for me to write about. Next week I should head back downtown where the magic happens. I should also try to find some places to volunteer (though I've discovered the joys of Netflix, which won't be great for getting me off the couch).


Miss you all!


P.S. One more drool moment:

Praline bacon waffle, yo! I know it sounds weird, but holy fuck, that shit is delicious.