Before she left, Sarah M. coerced me into going to her favorite dive bar, Hungry Tiger Too, for vegan corn dog night. After the corn dog I ate at Skate World, nothing sounded more revolting, but I decided to suck it up and go for the company.

The group at the table was a lively bunch! A couple of very... artificially blonde... girls were there. They said lots of vapid things, but they were nice. One of them had an annoying boyfriend. Instead of annoying, I should say "douchey." He had a tattoo on his neck, and another tattoo of a Cadillac. Which was not what he drove. Also, old Cadillacs are sort of cool, unlike everything that came out of his mouth.

The others were totally fun, though. Blonde #2's husband is nice, Sarah M.'s dude Mike E. is always awesome, and obviously Sarah M. herself is the best ever. They also brought their friend Fred the Barber, who is rad because he's Canadian, and all Canadians are great. (William Shatner is Canadian.) Fred's moving back to the great northern wonderland in a couple of months, but it's always nice to make a new friend in the meantime.

It was not only $1.25 corn dog night, but also $1 PBR night. Unfortunately, unlike everyone else in Portland, I will not drink that swill. I kept it as divey as I can stand, ordering a Corona with a lime, thus providing the table with adequate fodder to mock me incessantly over my "cerveza mas fina!"

After gross ingestion the annoying people plus the nice husband took off, and the remaining four of us decided to walk over to Voodoo Doughnuts in NE just to finish our gastrointestinal systems off. Also unlike your typical Portlander, I think Dunkin is far more delicious, but I give Voodoo bonus points for kitsch value and overall fun.


I decided to partake in a coconut-covered chocolate cake donut, since I don't eat bacon, and I don't like frosting, and I don't like sugary cereal (except Peanut Butter Panda Puffs), and the one shaped like a phallus and its accoutrements concerned me. It took forever to get my donut, though, because at 9pm on a weeknight that place was hopping! There were maybe 25 people in the small dining area and ordering line. The very hip girl at the counter said she liked my shirt, which earned her a gratuity of laundry quarters.

We got our donuts and went outside to enjoy them in the cool evening breeze and lavender-tinged sunset. There were some rather strange folks of varying ages, sizes, and genders exiting the premises and loading into a short bus, which we noted with a chuckle. (Note: We are not huge jerkfaces; they didn't appear to be disabled in any way.) Within a few minutes, the entire store was empty save employees, and somehow all of the inhabitants had crammed themselves onto the short bus, which was labeled "Creative Minds." Google tells me this is a place that instructs children, so I don't know if a staff member had hijacked the school's bus or if they all lived on some sort of similarly named compound and only come to civilization in their short bus on a weekly basis to get their donuts.

They must have seen us looking, and it was impossible to hide the amusement in our eyes. Also, we might have made a few sarcastic short bus comments in front of a couple of them before we realized they were members too. The result? The riders energetically flipped us off while the driver made moose antlers at us with his hands.

I hope they made it back to wherever they came from safely, and that their animosity was soothed by their donuts. Cheers to strange adventures and fried dough.

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