Whatever You Say 21\Second Pint IMC

The dudebros are out tonight, Portland’s first genuinely pleasant Friday of 2018. At a stoplight I looked over to see a dude at a table in a bathrobe, hanging out with his bros. There is…no excuse for this. But then I remember something critically important: I don’t have to fuck this guy. So his poor life choices aren’t my problem.

I was originally going to My Father’s Place but the rail was overcrowded so I slid next door to Slow Bar and I have to say, this is a better deal. I get to hear Leper Messiah and it looks like there’s a better selection of drinks! There is, of course, a dudebro at the bar ordering so I take a seat and turn to him:

“May I ask what you’re drinking?”

“Uh…a lot!” He smiles and I return it.

“But at the moment,” I follow up.

“Jamesons and PBR.”

“Ah. I have a blog where I ask people what they’re having and then drink that.”

“Oh? Well I don’t have to have that. I can getcha something crazy!”

“No, that’s OK. This is a good thing.”

The dudebro heads outside with his friend and I’m left to on the rail to myself.

Jameson's & PBRJamesons straight and PBR. Now I’m playing with fire. I knew there would be days like this.

Jamesons is sweet, which is a surprise to me. It only really burns once swallowed, around the edges of my tongue, back of my throat, then going down, and then in my belly.

I’m glad I don’t drink like this: it’s the province of people who are after a very different experience.

The PBR goes a long way to subduing the burn of the Jamesons. Plus, I’m cutting it all with a lot of water. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to a glass of tastier beer.

A new person sidles up to the bar. He is also a dudebro with his dapper hat and a flower on his lapel.

“You seen Avengers: Infinity War?” He asks me. I don’t know why he’s asking but:

Yes, I have!”

“Fucking amazing, right! All my friends haven’t seen it so I’m DYING because I can’t talk about it.”

So we talk about Hulk’s psychology while he waits for his tab.

Maybe I’m being too hard on the dudebros. Maybe I just need to remember to accept them like I would anyone else: as individuals.

But fuck wearing a bathrobe as club wear.

Today’s second pint goes to International Medical Corps, who are still doing work in Puerto Rico (amongst other places).


Everybody's Brewing Green Ice PilsThe is the Everybody’s Brewing Green Ice Pils, and it is the last beer I’ll have at O’Malley’s, a favorite local pub.

Which is sad. The beer is the beer; it isn’t too pleasing, as it’s got a lingering unpleasant bitterness on the finish and only the barest of malt in the nose to speak of. It was one of the few choices still available, though, as many of the other beers had been tapped out the night before.

But this local pub is being sold- to whom, the information is currently unclear-so it’s hard for me to see this as a good thing.

Well, the good news is that my area is on the upswing, right?

Oh, but Moe, the dank. The dank! 

It’s pretty clear that things are becoming more homogenized and less interesting as a result. O’Malley’s was a fantastic local with good food, supporting the local art scene, an interesting tap list and a very pleasant vibe. It could get loud and rambunctious and have rock shows or DJs but it also could just be a mellow spot to drink and hang out.

I brought dates here, friends here, my Dad when he visited, because it was the kind of place you could bring anyone and have it be a good environment.

Now it’s probably going to become corporate-safe and the neighborhood is going to be lesser for that. Inside, the tables are all crowded; nobody bothered to reset the place from the rock show last night so there’s still a spot cordoned off for band gear, and there is even a family inside-the little girl is maybe four-here to celebrate the last day. A group of women going some kind of deep dive planning meeting near me. Barflies on the rail. It’s active, but subdued. We all know this is it.

I hope this is a good ending for those involved with the day to day actions of O’Malley’s, as it’s a sadder one for the rest of us. I’d rather be pleased for those who work here and their futures than dwell on the loss.

I look across the street and see a new tattoo shop opening. Sure, it was a tattoo parlor before but now it’s new! Maybe I’m worried about nothing.

Still, I’m sorry to see it go.

Open Source Ale

Widmer (the brewery) and Firefox (the browser) are sponsoring the creation of an ‘open source’ ale.. Basically; you get a chance to have input on what kind of beer they make-so why not!? You can submit your opinions here. (I went for an amber ’cause that’s what I’m doing this year!)