Blech

I'm getting the cold that everyone else has gotten. Blech. Serves me right for two nights in a row of drinking a wee bit too much.

I learned last night that Portland has a really good 80s night at a bar with a light-up disco floor! Of course, it's a sleazy straight bar with all the frat boys and ho girls you could ever want, and the dance floor got more sticky as the night went on. Still, it was a lot of fun--much better than the lame 80s night at Jupiter Room.