To continue the
club soda theme: today, when Jeremy the hot waiter at
Blue Hour asked me if I wanted a lemon or lime, I said, get this, "Orange." Because that's the kind of daring man of adventure I am.
And thanks to
Amaren Colosi I have a picture of me and Hollyanna McCollom from
Pdx Magazine to prove it.

I know, I'm really pushing the envelope now.

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5 comments:
You frighten me.
Thanks for not outing me on the borrowed drink...wait. Crap.
Hi,
I think you should go into the Virginia Cafe and ask for a Shirley Temple, but instead of a maricshino cherry (which I can't spell), you should ask for a BLUEBERRY in it.
I double dog dare you!
S.
Is it AAAAApricots (pronounced as in Apron?) or aaaaaaaaapricots (as in hAppy?)
You still from the East coast OR have you been Oregonized?
I admire that.
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