In just over a week I’m abandoning my apartment in Portland, flying to San Francisco, and starting a job I’m incredibly excited about, but not quite able to publicly talk about. A few weeks later I’ll fly back to Portland, pack up my belongings and actually move to San Francisco.
The job, the city, everything is exciting. I’m sad to leave Portland and the amazing people I’ve met here over the past three years. I look forward to being the mayor of San Francisco in the next six to eight months. Your ass is mine, Lee.
Picked some damn berries at Sauvie Island today. This berry farm sucked but the next one totally kicked strawberry ass.
We did the World Naked Bike Ride in Portland last night. We bought costumes because we couldn’t leave the building naked. Riding naked with about 10,000 other people is good, real good. I like Portland.
This is my favorite restroom. I always rest here.
Lunch.
Friday night I saw Road House: The Play! and it was quite possibly the best thing I’ve ever seen. It was a comedic interpretation of the Swayze classic. I can’t really do justice to how great the performance was, but the setup was like this: a tiny stage without amplified audio, a small cast that played multiple roles, a two piece band that played music throughout, a prop/stage-hand guy, and a narrator. The jokes were hilarious, the timing was great, the small, intimate space was fantastic, the music was good and funny, and the narration was self-aware. Everything I’m saying is actually doing the show a disservice. I wish there was a recording somewhere.
Timbers home-opener as an MLS team last night here in Portland. The stadium expansion is beautiful and the crowd was nuts. Got stuck in shit seats despite my baller season ticket status but still had a fun time being the only person screaming chants in my section. We won. It was fun. A close-up of my face was on the big TV for a hot second. I need to find proof of that. Bye.
Wye Oak last night at Mississippi Studios. One of the best shows I’ve been to, wonderful musicians and people. “God damn it, we’ve fucked that part up the past three shows” and blown subs. Grand times.
Check them out on Rdio and then buy an album or three.
Sometimes I go to shows.
Excuse the poor photograph. I got some soap in the mail from Maak soap labs yesterday. It smells incredible and the packaging is fantastic, down to the envelope. I’m excited to smell like cedar.
Soap is cool. I am cool. Et cetera.