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Monthly Archives: March 2011
Windows Open
The scene: A recent party at my apartment
Friend: Do your windows open?
Me: What?
Friend: Your windows. Do they open?
Me: What do you mean?
Friend: I mean, do your windows open.
Me: I don’t know. I use Windows Seven. I like it alright. What’s this “Windows Open” thing? Is Microsoft trying to incorporate social media into their OS or something? Is it like Google Buzz? I don’t see that going very well.
Friend: No. Your windows. Like, the glass ones to the outside. Can we open them? There are lots of people in here and it’s getting way too warm.
(Long, embarrassing pause)
Me: Yeah. We can do that.
Posted in Facepalm
A Plea For Coat Checks At Portland Music Venues
Dear Every Portland Venue Ever,
Please have a coat check.
We have a fantastic music scene in this city. On any given night of the week, you can rock out for not very much money. The clubs, pubs, bars and venues here are absolutely wonderful, and I’m proud to call the local music scene mine.
Except for the lack of coat checks.
Why? Please, for the love of all that is decent and holy, why doesn’t every single venue in this town have a coat check? I don’t want to dance, gyrate, headbang, and otherwise get crazy in my jacket. I want to do all of that sans-jacket. What’s more, I don’t want to have to worry about my jacket being rifled through while it sits on a bench somewhere. And, even if it isn’t rifled through (I admit this is a remote possibility, actually), there is the potential that some drunken jackhole (and I use the term “drunken jackhole” in the most affectionate way possible) will spill beer on it during the festivities. Just the other I was at the Crystal Ballroom (a magical place) and my girlfriend and I left our jackets on a bench. When we got back to them, after the show, her jacket was somewhat moist. This did not spoil the evening, but it was unpleasant.
So, have a coat check. Please.
It rains here. It is often wet and dark and cold. Crowds of people file into concerts and then have to shed various layers of waterproof gear before venturing out onto the floor of a concert. Oftentimes, piles of discarded jackets litter the sides of concert venues. This is messy, undesirable, and could easily be solved. Each venue could make a tidy bit of money chekcing coats. It is mystifying why you don’t offer this service.
Every Portland venue ever, I implore you: Give me a place to check my jacket. A place where I can stow it safely and not have to think about it’s security, structural integrity, or moisture level while revelries transpire. This is a simple problem with an easy solution.
I love you, Portland Music Scene. A lot. Gobs and bunches, in fact.
However, the lack of coat checks is utterly moronic. Fix it. I will give you all big, appreciative hugs if you do.
Love,
Me