Omigod, what if it snows?

This is just a few blocks from our house and apparently the mass response of Portlanders to snow. So many subarus!!

Hoardes of Ladies

We got there half an hour early, and the lesbians were already wrapped around the Bagdad Theater, trailing down the block in both directions. It was cold, it was rainy, but they stood their ground. The theater holds almost 600, and women were turned away. We had to sit all the way in the front row. What could drive the sisterhood into such a teeming mob? Season premiere of The L Word. This was serious business, up on the big screen and hosted by Lipstick and Dipstick, local lesbian advice column writers. There was an afterparty at Crush but by the time we got there it was way too eponymous, so we went for a late snack at Screen Door. My kind of cooking.

Movie Night

We saw a bad movie, but then we rode the street car to Higgins and things seemed an awful lot better. Back to the bad movie: Woody Harrelson as effete D.C. nancy boy embroiled in convoluted murder mystery. Spare yourself addtional knowledge.

Woe is Me

I started studying for the February bar exam for Oregon today. No matter that I have been practicing law for nine years. No matter that I am a member in good standing of two other state bars. I have to take the Oregon bar. Pity me.

Back Home

After short work-related stops in Medford and Eugene, we got back to our little abode in Portland and were happy to be off the road and onto a friend's couch to watch Project Runway. We listened to a lot of music on the trip which put me in a music frame of mind. And so there's Music for You:

The New Pornographers - Myriad Harbor
Gang of Four - Damaged Goods
Busdriver - Casting Agents and Cowgirls

Far Out

I woke Rebecca up from her car nap and announced that visitors from another planet had finally arrived to bring about the end times. They had ingeniously camoflauged their huge space ships as clouds hovering around Mt. Shasta near the Oregon/California border. I saw some propaganda (obviously planted by Them) at a nearby truck stop that said it was a natural phenomenon called lenticular clouds. Yeah, right. Trust no one. The truth is out there.

Happy New Year!

I had the best new year's eve EVER. I usually do something halfway interesting if i am travelling and am always vaguely disappointed. Not this year. We went to see an old school honky tonk band called Rowdy Kate play at an beautiful historic Sacramento bar, Old Ironsides. People were all dressed up for the show in their rockabilly best and it was quite the scene. In the bathroom, the girls were standing in the mirror, using red sharpie for lipstick. One of them called herself Psycho Betty and drove a purple cadillac. Amid the freshening of their looks (short bangs, high brows), the ladies exchanged pleasantries about their jobs working for the state of California in corrections. What is a rockabilly girl to do?