Party on Saturday
I'm old school. I still have a landline and an answering machine (although we both also have cell phones). Yesterday I got the best message yet. Or at least the most odd, which thus makes it the best. I'm all about the odd. First of all, it was a female computerized voice, reading an SMS from Ty's phone. I've never gotten one of those before, and it was all kinds of surreal. Then the message itself:My house burned down.
Party for Noah and I at the Boiler Room.
Saturday from 3 til late.
Come and drink!
That was, of course, a message from Ty, my friend who was in the fire on election day. A local bar is having a benefit for him and his roommate. All proceeds go to Ty and Noah to help them buy new stuff since theirs was completely lost in the fire. So, if you're in Portland on Saturday, come on by and have a drink. 228 NW Davis.
Party for Noah and I at the Boiler Room.
Saturday from 3 til late.
Come and drink!
That was, of course, a message from Ty, my friend who was in the fire on election day. A local bar is having a benefit for him and his roommate. All proceeds go to Ty and Noah to help them buy new stuff since theirs was completely lost in the fire. So, if you're in Portland on Saturday, come on by and have a drink. 228 NW Davis.