Mixed bag

not our scene


is it coughing?



We had heard good things about the Doug Fir, and a visit with my cousins for dinner seemed promising. However, last night's investigation was less than exciting. It's not necessarily a bad scene, but just a bit confusing, and ultimately not what we were looking for. The crowd was kind of bridge and tunnel, with a bit of LA cheesiness thrown in (a lot of this is probably due to the fact it is adjacent to The Jupiter, Portland's "rock n roll" motel. a great idea in theory, but not too sure about the execution). At one point, a girl fell to the ground, and you could feel the THUMP of her head against the concrete 20 ft away. A girl next to us ran over immediately, knocking Jess's drink to the ground. This was actually pretty cool to see her instinctively react to the situation, and she kept profusely and needlessly apologizing to Jess (with what I had to deal with earler in the evening, we reassured her we understood completely).

Ok, now that the heartwarming part is over with, I'm going to mention that one of the injured girl's friends was wearing exactly the same shirt I was, so I slipped my sweatshirt on when we left and passed by the table.

Within walking distance was another place we'd heard about, Slow Bar. Despite the fact that the most of the boys weren't necessarily our type, it still FELT better. One guy in a fedora came over to chat us up, and instantly became defensive when he mentioned he worked as a designer for Nike. He then gestured to his Southern CA sun damaged friend at the bar and said, "he also works for Nike." Jess then replied, "Do you guys have to go to THE VILLAGE every day? (this joke might be lost on anyone who doesn't live around here).

The Fedora eventually went outside, and his profile cast a sinister shadow in the window. I just had to capture it. Remember the scene in "Suspiria" when the girls' rooms were overrun with maggots and they had to sleep in the gym? Hehe.

Later, a nice fella with a crazy scabbing gash running across one cheek hailed us a cab, I at first thought it was some new Portlandey exclusive creative facial hair, but Jess insists it was a scab.