It’s funny when I go to a Portland event and I don’t recognize anyone. Usually I know someone that I didn’t know would be there. In this case I didn’t, because I don’t know that many hipsters and I want to keep it that way. I stayed off the dance floor because it didn’t take long in that room make my ears ring, and I also was just hanging out with the people I went with. Since I was driving, I tried to keep my drinking on the boring side. I had a glass of water and had to steal a bottle of ginger ale that was supposed to go in the mojito mix. I’ve never heard of ginger ale in a mojito, so I didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty about stealing it.

In any case, I’ve now proved to myself that I’m good and old and shouldn’t be at late night parties, though a good percentage of the people at the party probably were my age. Driving this late at night is pretty easy as well. I’m sure I’m going to pay for this tomorrow.