
Last night we went into Portland to see what the fuss is all about. I still haven't made my mind up. It's not the prettiest or ugliest of cities. Those titles are reserved for San Francisco and Brisbane, Australia. C'mon, admit it. Brisbane's not a looker. Fun, though. Portland has A LOT of strip clubs, and I don't mean the kinda that sells NY strip steaks or something. I suppose Oregonians really appreciate a nice rack. But then again, who doesn't? The people seem generally friendly, which is always a plus. So is it's close proximity to Mt. Hood, for those inclined to get their shred on. Lots of Nike being worn, and the hipster scene is kinda cool if you're into dudes in tight jeans and black and girls in prom dresses. Not that I am. I'll stick with my home made look, I guess it could be called. Yep, yesterday another pair of pants fell victim to the scissors and are now shorts. I pretty much don't have any more clothes I can cut up anymore.
Sam broke down and turned to the light side of the force. He is the proud owner of a new MacBook. Of course he iChatted with me the moment he figured out how to do it. This is my perspective from our video chat. We're nerds.
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