Aware of being drunk

There’s this disconnected feeling I get at some point during a night of drinking… Sort of an autopilot sensation that my body and my conversation have gone on without my conscious oversight and that I’m playing catch up with myself. Let’s see… Fiona came home and needed to unwind, so we went to the pub. [...]

I’m not that different drunk

I come from a long line of mentally controlled people. Fiona refers to my father as Sarek, the name Gene Roddenberry gave to Spock’s father. My mother is a poet, so one might assume that I constantly struggle between my Vulcan and Human halves. But then, I think all men struggle between their beast and [...]

The Family that Drinks Together…

It was about 1:30 AM, I was at the bar in a seedy strip club with two blonde girls in their 20s while a skanky, bony stripper with, no joke, a cast on her wrist paraded around on the stage. One of the girls I was with stood up for a second and then missed [...]

An Average Friday Night

Tonight was one of those basic Portland nights… I was working through this problem of how to manage clients and vendors with a web based application when Fiona texted me to say she was almost done at the salon, only the women who run the upstairs facial and nail faction were celebrating because they put [...]

A drunken ramble about drinking

Until the end of the 19th century, beer was the main beverage of choice for breakfast. We had that attempt at prohibition, but all that did was create some great cocktails. Then we settled into the 3 martini lunches… but somewhere along the line drinking became… bad. Yet, we’re still the same people we were. [...]

Male Strippers… and me dressed as Santa…

Let’s see… I was dressed as Santa and the drag queen show had just ended and that’s when the male strippers started their thing… But I should probably give some background. A friend of mine convinced me to go to SantaCon — if you’re not familiar with it, SantaCon is a bunch of people who [...]

Sex and The 300 Mile Rule

I need a new name for it, but there’s this concept I call “the 300 mile rule” where people get 300 miles from home and then fuck anything in sight. This isn’t limited to men (the radius is probably smaller for men), girls go wild on business trips and vacations. Part of it is probably [...]

Why I know I’m Not Gay

I’m a pretty open minded person — there’s no such thing as a victimless crime because if there aren’t any victims, it isn’t a crime. What two consenting adults do is between them and I’m not in any position to judge. Of course, they need to judge themselves from time to time. There’s the bullshit [...]

A week of drinking in review

Having anyone visit you in Portland means you’re going to be drinking a lot. Having someone like @Charlie_W_ who not only wants to sample Portland’s alcohol offerings but knows how to drink, oh and doesn’t seem to need much sleep… Yeah… Let’s review… We met in the Stanford’s bar at the airport at about 9:30 [...]

Strip Clubs, Gay Bars and Rodin

I’m planning a night out Friday that will involve at least one strip club, which considering how many there are in Portland, Oregon, it’s really not much of a stretch of the imagination to find yourself in a bar with a naked woman stretching imaginatively. What I find interesting is how often I end up [...]