chutny, chana dal, and sherry lassi roobios chai
Oh Portland, you are small and strange. Also, bicycles are friendly.
I was at a party where I knew no-one but the one person who invited me. But we were in inner southeast and there was a fair size crowd there, so I kept expecting someone else I'd met to turn up. Didn't happen though.
Then I got on my bike and started the five mile ride home. At about the first mile, someone I know pulled up in a car beside me, and rolled down their window to say hi. About a mile after that, a fellow bicyclist in a yellow jacket hailed me from the other side of an intersection, and we pulled over to chat for a bit. (I didn't recognize him with the mustache, but I knew him too.)
Running in to folks in waterfront park (which also happened twice in the last week) is one thing. Meeting people in traffic at eleven o'clock at night is weirder.