Dude, who even knows.
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Consultants without their own offices sometimes use this teahouse to meet with clients, I remember in one week I once overheard sessions on the following:
- Preparing to apply to college
- Dealing with jealousy in polyamorous relationships
- Planning a woodcrafts-themed wedding
- Aligning your chakras to unlock career potential
- Setting up a mung bean breakfast bar business for the vegan paleo diet market
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Bathroom, Townshend’s tea house, Alberta St., Portland, OR.
Given all the woo I overhear from the kombucha-drinkers here, I think this might be earnest.
Valentine’s Day is when people step it up, which is why there are so many Beavertonians in my everyday bars.
Three times have I seen the same combo of “40something guy with white hair on his biceps” groping “girlfriend in tight leather, tight red curls, loose um nasiolabial folds” in the most intentionally visible location in the bar.
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portland is receiving wintry mix tomorrow, the main form of snow that like portland is made up bullshit
For a town full of Subarus and light pickup 4x4s from back before the vanity SUV era, Portland can *not* fucking handle an inch of snow.
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“Custer’s Last Fight”, Budweiser promotional decoration, while 2 guys played Big Buck World and their cute female friend talked about how hot the safari guide girls were, Club 21, Portland, OR
Crowd of metal bros getting out to flowy drunk-dance to Linger at karaoke at The Alleyway. “This is my JAM”
Stopped by Ground Kontrol on the way back from Powell’s, forgot it was free play night. God damn, it’s like a manic pixie geek girl convention tonight.
(Alt. joke “enough hair dye to turn a yeti red”)
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