it's true...Portland is weird

so Portland has this thing about being weird. They have bumper stickers and a web-site begging all who read them, Keep Portland Weird. My father-in-law gave me a news article about this phenomenon complete with a man who was going around the city with 15 ft acupuncture needles that he was sticking in the ground because the city's chi was off...

...and last night, the city wanted to confirm its identity to me. First, as we hung out downtown with some new friends, there was a man who sped past us on a bike. Now, i know the typical bike riding gear includes tight spandex shorts...but, seems this man was in the mood to wear tight red tighty-whitey underwear. We paused looked at each other, laughed, looked ahead to see that he had stopped and was dismounting his bike. I pray to God that image would be burned from memory.

...then as we got back to their apartment in the city there was a lady across the street twirling these light up baton thingys. We smiled, stood and chatted for a while and 20 minutes later, she was still doing it. so Celina, Mandy, and our friend Kendra walked across the street to meet her and hear what she was about. They were told about her hopes to be twirling fire soon, because the rush of the flames whizzing by your head...huh, yeah, not what i thought about flames going by my head, but sure...and then they were invited to a pole party in a few weeks. What's a pole party you ask? Well, this woman had a strip pole installed in her apartment where she practices...for the fun of it...

i love this city