Oh, Portland

There’s something about this city, Portland, OR. It gets under your skin and makes a home in your heart, it helps you find pieces of yourself that you didn’t even know were missing. It’s a city of dreamers and those who have forgotten how to dream. All of America’s strays and wanderers can find something different and beautiful here. Something weird and wonderful. I’ve met some pretty amazing people in this city. People that inspire me to do what they do; live hard. One of these people, the King of the Wild Things, Sean from The Anarchist Project, has kindly agreed to grace my blog with his brilliance. So read on readers, as he takes us on an adventure through this city with the best sort of company; a beautiful stranger’s.

Oh, and don’t forget to watch the video at the end, it’s a short film that will show you a lot of the places he writes about.

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Oh, Portland.

by Sean Brown (http://theanarchistproject.wordpress.com)

The purple sweater brought out the blue in her eyes.  Fantastic eyes made of ice, she was a stunner, and she knew it.  I met her at Slabtown, the bar, my bar.  She had challenged me to a game of ping pong, winner buys the next round.  Ping pong for drinks from a girl with icy blues; the night was looking up.  We got down with the get down at 21-16, though she said she had let me win.  Something about fragile egos and delicate sensibilities.

Blue black hair cut at obscure zig zag angles; she grabbed my hand, and pulled me into the instant photo booth.  She wore my hat and made funny faces.  She mean mugged and played serious, and of course we kissed on the last one.  Or at least I thought we were going to, but she ducked away at the last instant, with a playful, “you wish.”

Out in the cool fall air, hand in hand again, we made our way down the hill, under the 405 and into the Pearl.  We stopped at Low Brow, and Blitz, and Henry’s.  We laughed at the pretension and the money and the insecurity.  We popped into Powell’s and kissed, for real this time, in the Orange Room.  We jammed across Burnside to Rocco’s and had slices of Vegan Pie chased with Barnyard Massacres and PBRs in Dixie cups.  She was stunning with pizza sauce all over her pixie face.  She laughed and kissed me again when I tried to hand her a napkin.

From there we sauntered over to the Ace Hotel, got cappuccinos from Stumptown, and hung out on plush leather couches in the lobby.  We watched American Apparel Models dance with Polar Bears and Drag Queens.  Glitz and glamorous glameratti, looking skinny and beautiful and obscene.  It was alright.  It was beautiful.  It was wonderful. It was puppies and kittens and lemon spice babies.

We sashayed down to Second Avenue, and then we Let The Wild Rumpus Begin!  We drank whiskey and witnessed Irish Magic at Kell’s.  The cigar room stank of Old Money, but we were only Old Poor.  The mood was all kinds of wrong.  So we tried The Thirsty Lion, but it was the same lame with a different scene.  We were getting surly with each other, the mood was all wrong.  But then came the Tunnels.

Shanghai Tunnels saved my life.  Saved my love.  Saved my night.  We got Rainier in the bottles, and pronounced it the correct way.  We laughed and held hands again as we watched that silly man with his silly shaved head hit on beautiful girls to no avail.  I asked her to come up to my apartment in the charmingly run down Western Rooms, in a charmingly run down part of town, and stay the night.  Clothing Optional.

She declined.

Loretta Lynn & Jack White – Portland, Oregon

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8 thoughts on “Oh, Portland”

  1. Admit it. You’re loving the hipster vibe out there, aren’t you Sean?

    Also this:

    “It was puppies and kittens and lemon spice babies”

    Is my favorite.

    Nicely done – both of you have such a great gift in writing. Loving it 🙂

  2. He’s good!

    And nice story, the both of yous. Read a lot like some kind of whirlwind-Hollywood-film-romance all concatenated and concentrated down into a few minutes of prose.

  3. i’m going to portland on tuesday for work! never been there before, pretty excited! (I know it’s portland–not very many people’s first-choice destination, but i always get excited when i visit a new place that I’ve never been before)

  4. Thanks for posting this! Beautifully written AND informative 🙂

    Are you originally from Portland? For some reason I have never really gotten up there, but I imagine it must be supa awesome as the people I know who hail from there are quite cool! Shall make it a priority!

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