CHRIS WALKER VS. THE BEST WEEKEND EVER

I’m almost certain I just had the best weekend ever in Portland, Oregon with my dear friends Patrick and Carmen. They took me to rad dive bars, introduced me to awesome people (one of whom dead-on looks like Xaiver De Rosnay of Justice), we ate sushi, there was karaoke and Jello shots, I slept in, we watched Kickboxer 3 (which is unfathomably awesome) and Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog (which I’d never seen but wanted to), Pat and I hi-fived over our mutual adoration of Taylor Swift:



Carmen let me borrow her copy of Willow, Pat let me borrow his copy of Skyrim (so I guess I’ll see you in four months), there was endless talk of comic books and Star Wars, we watched live music and cheers’d over my new favorite cocktail: House-made sasarparilla, vanilla vodka, and soda water, I bought new shoes (because one of my old shoes had a hole in it and in Oregon / Washington you tend to notice holes in your shoes when suddenly your socks are soaking wet), I ate at BUNK on my way out of town:



Greatest of all, I finally, finally, got to experience the strip club / steak house: The Acropolis a.k.a. A Crop. Pat has been telling me about this place for a very long time. Here’s the short version: Guy owns a ranch + same guy owns a strip club = guy serves sustainable beef at his strip club. The first time Pat told me about it I laughed forever and said I had to go thinking I never would (my work travels usually take me in and out of Portland in a day). I loved the concept: Eating sustainable beef while throwing dollars at strippers. I mean, what’s not to love? I quote-unquote “hate” strip clubs (especially after living in Vegas for half a decade) but A Crop just sounded like a place that needed to be seen to be believed. Luckily, my territory changed and new routes allowed me the opportunity to spend a glorious weekend in Portland with my friends instead of one night and I got to bask in the baby-wipe / glitter world of salad bars and strippers who dance to screamo.

A Crop totally lived up to the hype, my friends are incredible, my weekend was beyond phenomenal, and I’m so thankful for it. It was exactly what I needed. Now I’m back in Reno and trying to get home I’m pretty sure a crazy lady tried to put a voodoo curse on me. Tomorrow, I get to evaluate vegetables I’ve been pickling and make friends with my parent’s new cat, Molly:



Goodnight.

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