A caravan of us drove up from SF to Portland to bring in the New Year. It was, of course, the best New Years ever (they get better every year).
So good, in fact, that I swore off alcohol for the rest of my life upon returning to SF last night... And yet I find myself drinking a really tasty lager while blogging this.
New Years Resolution: Failed.
Highlights of the trip include:
- The drive itself (dual twelve hour epic bro-fests/ failed quests for "peelers" along the way).
- Dante's (we shall see you again every Sunday for the rest of our lives!).
- The Oregon Zoo (no escaped tigers, just really good beer and primates).
- New Year's itself at Holocene (lamely pronounced "Ho-lo-scene").
- Portland itself (what a wonderful city... I could/ might live there).
- Whiskey (speaks for itself).
Lowlight of the trip is solely:
- Me acting like a jackass post-midnight on New Years (at least, the extremely hazy mis/recollections of my behavior that I believe I remember but now everything is in doubt).
I would create a ranking of everyone's "
performance" during the trip, a la
THE Jo-Tel, but I don't want to steal their thunder. That said,
The Shark would come in dead last for spending all of Monday listening to
doomcore and reading
Kidnapped instead of partying with us at the zoo.
Here are some photos of our zoo excursion (you can find more at my
Picasa Web Album)...














