Ye olde other blog is getting a little too overloaded with stuff that was never meant to live over there, so I'm continuing my drunken-debauchery photo essays here, in their rightful home. Check out the first three installments *, #, and % if yer interested. And yes, I posted them at fwiw because it was becoming a lonely, lonely blog. I feel bad for it.
Ahoo, Mr. Man had an unprecedented Friday and Saturday off in a row, and there was a band he actually wanted to see, playing at the Alehouse (a Portland bar rivaled only by Bubba's), so out we went, unaccompanied by even the slightest excuse of having some out-of-town guest or another to entertain. Us crazy kids!
Two steps out the door and the cancerfest begins:
I've become obsessed. I must have them:
I didn't really have to pee just yet:
But I wanted to check out the Alehouse's latest feature:
In action:
He may call me a jackass for taking shots like that, but The Dude is still willing to bring back the field report from the other side:
(Ewwwww)
This time I really did have to pee. In homage to CP (heh heh, no pun intended), I brought the camera with me again:
I heart bathroom graffiti:
Officially leaving the bathroom, now:
The Alehouse, it has swings for bar stools:
And you see that guy in the corner? He's gotta be the most well-read bouncer in Portland:
Portland bars seem to have a thing for animal heads. At least this one is (probably) a fake:
The sound guy never gets any props:
The Redwalls:
The lady who sells flowers that die before you get home:
What?! Why is my husband always giving me dirty looks?
That's okay, he's still the damn cutest man I know, especially when he's trying to hide the fact that he's carrying $20 worth of bar flowers. Which really, he didn't intend to buy. You give that woman twenty bucks and she don't give change, she gives wilted roses. Lesson learned.
Hey guy, I know you! You're the lead singer for the first band that was on. Which was, um ... yeah, no clue. Nice ink, though!
Some random guy running shirtless up the stairs in my building:
A whole lotta helpless flowers, soon headed for the trash:
Home again, home again, and one last drunken bathroom shot:
(If you click on the pictures, I've discovered, Typepad nicely takes you to a clearer version. Why they can't just make the nearly full-sized version in my posts look good, beyond me.)
The flowers one is my new desktop.
I suppose the male toilet is called 'outies'? Cute.
There's a bar in the Melbourne CBD which has a picture of banana on the boy's door.. I forget which fruit on the girl's door, but it made me laugh.
(Note to self: go & take pictures)
(Note to self: you don't have a camera anymore.)
(Cries)
Posted by: teigan | June 07, 2005 at 11:11 AM
I forget which fruit on the girl's door, but it made me laugh.
A cherry, maybe? :)
Posted by: lady j | June 07, 2005 at 01:04 PM
Wow... Who knew LadyJ was such a fox?
Er...I mean...not like it wasn't always plainly obvious or anything? Hehe.
Posted by: Midnight | June 07, 2005 at 01:16 PM
Loving the highlights, btw. (Forgot to mention that)
Posted by: Midnight | June 07, 2005 at 01:16 PM
Thanks, Midnight.
Posted by: lady j | June 07, 2005 at 02:22 PM
woo-hooo, ladyj is out out out! toilet pics, naked pics, husband pics- i don't know if i can go to sleep now!
i love the bar swings, but i can barely stay on a stool, let alone a swing when i'm drinking. i'm sure avery will have a smart-ass response to this.... :)
Posted by: constance | June 07, 2005 at 02:46 PM
I love these shots and the ones on the other site, we want more!
I think I'm more interested in seeing cool bars and cooler nights out from around the world than reading about the cam, this is what we should all be doing.
Using the community for good, not evil.
Posted by: Tript | June 07, 2005 at 03:01 PM
You just wait, Tript. Come early August you'll even get photos from a multi-Cammer whitewater rafting trip.
Eh, eh?
(Though I must warn, nobody looks good in a wetsuit and sped helmet...)
Posted by: lady j | June 07, 2005 at 03:10 PM
And CP, you should see the drunk girls who try to stand on the swings. There was sadly none of that the other night, otherwise I would have gladly provided documentation of the trainwreck that always ensues.
Good times.
Posted by: lady j | June 07, 2005 at 03:16 PM
Are you guys doing the Penobscot or the Kennebec? ;)
Posted by: Simon Blackmoore | June 07, 2005 at 11:35 PM
Penobscot, baby. My raft got ate at Exterminator last year, so this is something of a rematch between a few of us and the river.
Grrrrr, I can't wait!
Posted by: lady j | June 08, 2005 at 01:36 AM
woot! found ya! ern, you sexeh bastage! dug up my ad&d 2nd ed monster manual and thought of you. :-)
so is this a blog? im very outa the loop on such matters.
Posted by: aiyuehan | June 12, 2005 at 02:24 AM
so is this a blog? im very outa the loop on such matters.
Sigh. This, from the boy who so many moons ago taught me what "l33t" and "open source" meant. You've had your head buried in academia too long, my friend. :)
(Yes, this is my blog. Or one of them, anyway. Come early, come often. I'll be posting some Hawaii pictures soon. :)
Posted by: lady j | June 12, 2005 at 04:50 AM
Good Day. Your world is made of your memories, and your memories are given to you by your world. The whispering voice of happenstance is always in our ears. 'This is the world. This is the way things are. Look. Pay attention. Remember.'
I am from Eritrea and now teach English, tell me right I wrote the following sentence: "This sidewalk added highly afford that reliable decade, but however the rejects which were adjustable skinheads were brutalized on the members globe."
With best wishes ;-), Lindsay.
Posted by: Lindsay | September 05, 2009 at 09:14 PM