I had no idea that the St Johns Burgerville would prove such a treasure trove of linguistic chaos. Witness the June marquee, which Brooks most obligingly photographed for me during last night’s evening perambulation.
Either way, we’re all going to have a good time!
We left off the tale of the adventures of our anti-hero as Tuesday night fell. It still felt like Tuesday night when his friends began to arrive Wednesday morning, probably because it was…still night.
4:05 am. Friends of neighbor begin to arrive.
6:00 am. The increasing volume of evictee’s efforts are an effective alarm clock.
In retrospect, I should have lived blogged this. For that huge FAIL, I will always be sorry. We were, however, very caught up in the memorable moments of the past few days.
Background: ex-felon who rents the house across the street is a nuisance. He hits on the women in the neighborhood, married and single, […]
I have been puzzled for several weeks about what this sign outside of the St Johns Burgerville could possibly mean:
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This is from several weeks ago. We were driving over the bridge, and the sky seemed typical of Portland’s sunshine mixed with storm clouds of this time of year.
I nodded my head in agreement to most of the predictable recommendations for where to go when visiting Portland in a recent Shelterrific post. Part of me thinks there would be a lot less for bloggers to write about if they were required to first Google whether the question had previously been asked and answered, […]
We went to the grocery store the other night, and it was really cold out. Despite getting the handicapped space nearest the door, I still started complaining about the cold as soon as I got out of the car. Note that these are paraphrased, as I have awful verbal recall of conversations.
Me: Oh my […]
While having a really good beer this evening at The 5th Quadrant, I was reminded of a terrible beer we tried at Alameda Brewhouse a couple weeks back. The two don’t really have anything in common, besides being beer.
Or so the server at Alameda Brewhouse claimed; in fact, their random blond seasonal she talked […]
Yesterday, we had a short shopping outing that I consider successful. How successful? Living room and dining room furniture for Brooks: check.
In a mere three or so hours of hobbling (my foot continues to be painful), he and I found not just a couch and two living room chairs made of awesome, but also […]
Indigo Traders, a family business owned by Karla Bean and Samir Naser, is one of my very favorite shops in Portland. The selection of soaps, textiles, and ceramics makes for a wonderful sensory experience, and on First Friday, their open house includes a veritable feast of Middle Eastern cuisine.
They recently opened an outpost across […]