Things I Learned Last Night:

There are a lot of hip kids and culture here, it just took me a month to find.

My mild manner coworker by day appears in a rhythmic band complete with much sweating and screaming, but in a controlled chaos indie rock way.


The Hawaiian version of the hand pound is a pound followed by a one hand over the other grasp I would almost describe as a hand embrace. Rather than the Portland pound then blow it up.

If a burlesque dancer in chicken costume eats an egg she “laid”, it can lead random people to a very interesting discussion of metaphysics.

I’m cool enough to go to a party in warehouse.
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This party was a total blast. Music, a fashion show, live art. Yes, in each corner of the room someone was set up painting a canvas. The medium of watercolor express through party. Genius.


The place was populated with awesome ink and piercing, cool hair cuts and style. It was like I found Portland in a warehouse a few blocks from my house.

I chatted with many people throughout the night leading to several observations previously stated, as well as one guy I was talking to told me he was checking out the place to move in. Until this point it hadn’t occurred to me that people actually lived in this space. It was so warehousey. Apparently there were twelve rooms. And that also got me thinking about what it might be like to live there. The rent was unheard-of-ly cheap and with the feel of the people at the party, living there would probably be like living in an urban think tank of coolness. It might be so inspiring. Or maybe, annoying shower-wise. Hard to say.

The details towards the end get fuzzy because somehow a tequila shot slipped down my throat. But, I definitely watched a fashion show and wanted to french kiss at least 30% of the guys in the room. That I remember for sure.