We've traded in California for Portland. In retrospect it feels like dropping fantasy for reality. For every example of plastic surgery in California, there's a plaid shirt in Portland. Shaving is entirely optional, and I'd say the take-up rate on men is 1 in 10.
We did the oldest seafood restaurant in the city, then a 7 days a week live music act brew-their-own-beer bar. It's all hard to explain, but it's a combo of real people, real fun, real prices, no sales tax, and of course, bike capital that make it all go around.
Grunge rock never died, nor did people wearing toques, sweaters, and generally un-pretentious clothing on a Wednesday night. Awesome.
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