The Tiger Bar had very strange decor; oddly shaped frames with tattoo-looking art pasted on, lit from the bottom. There was also a bucket hanging from the ceiling. I had a long island iced tea. Started making randon noises periodically. "Mep." The waiter took one of our many menus away to give to another table, and John swore bloody vengeance. We left soon after we were all done with our food, heading towards the bank machines at the Big Pink U.S. Bank building.

The next place we went was "Hung Far Low", a very strange little Chinese Restaurant. There was a small, smoky bar in it, with a wooden fat guy in a little shrine. Eh, maybe it was buddha. We were served by an extremely ancient waitress with a voice like she'd been smoking cigars for 40 years, sucking on the lit end. The best way to try and imagine this woman's voice is to think of Marge Simpson's grandmother with laryngitis. Yup, that's about it. The bartender had about the same, but deeper. We had a round of some VERY lime flavored drink and sat around listening to the bartender and waitress talk in their gravelly voices. Eventually, the heat of the place got to us and we moved on.

Then, nearly the entire bastion of clue for GST Internet went up on stage to sing Karaoke. They sang me happy birthday! After that, this weird bum guy/thing behind me kept asking me how I was doing, and whether I was drinking german or what? "I dunno. I'm pretty messed up right now." At one point, while I could still see straight, Joey waved his finger around in front of me to see if I could follow it. "You're not drunk!!" he protested. I was. Terribly.

Um, Rick and John had to go meet the Sun People (no, no, people from Sun Microsystems) so they left before things got blurry. That's as drunk as I've ever been (or hope to be), yet I can remember everything with pretty much the same clarity I normally remember things. Uh, well almost. I ended up at Julia's house, on a futon with a bucket (unused) next to my head. I woke up at 6 am the next day and started wondering where I was. I walked out into the hall of the apartment building where she lives and wondered how to get out. I don't remember climbing any stairs, or going in an elevator, but I was on the second floor. An uneventful yet somehow amusing bus ride later (or two, actually. I don't know NE portland at all.) I was safe at home. CRaaaaash.

I have this slight migrainy feeling in my head, which is probably a prevented hangover. Prevention courtesy of steve and Julia and the other people who gave me lots of water. I think I shall rest my head again soon.

Today's page gets to be bandwidth sucking and graphicy chrome centipede because it was my birthday and I'll design it how I like. (-Kymm)