Cockfight

For my money, there's nothing better than a good old fashioned hipster ho-down. But I'll get to that in a minute. I called Amy and Jason yesterday to see what was what and ended up going over to their place in north Portland, playing Tony Hawk's Pro Skater for a bit with Jason and then we (Amy, Jason, Neal, Marcie and me) went out for Vietnamese at this place over on Mississippi that rocked all of our taste buds. I was already ready to go out for the evening but we had to go back to Amy and Jason's so they could change. We weren't sure if there would be ass shaking later at Lola's so they wanted to be prepared. And now on to the ho-down portion of the program...

We decided to go to Nocturnal's artsy shindig they called the Cockfight and when we got there, the upstairs had bales of hay, rooster-based art around the room and two people, one of whom appeared to be a cross-dresser, getting ready to play acoustic guitars and sing a few countrified ditties about how lonely they were now that you and the dog are gone. There was hardly anyone up there but there were cars aplenty outside, so we headed downstairs to get a drink and see if that's where the action was. To our dismay, we were inappropriately dressed for the occasion...we'd forgotten our cowboy hats, boots, lassos and hipster accessories. Hanging our heads in shame, we shuffled to the table in the back and took in the scene. Marcie had managed to snag enough uncolored rooster sheets for the lot of us and we proceeded to doll them up with the colored pencils and crayons Amy brought. They did a cakewalk upstairs while we colored, but we were having too much fun checking out the hipster cowpokes and eating chocolate dipped apples to participate. The actual cockfight was the rooster coloring contest and I was in the company of two of Portland's finest artistes, so while my oh-so-gay looking boxer of a rooster was a fine display of artistic interpretation of the theme, it was no match for Amy’s anarchy cock and Neal’s Super Cock. Amy’s rooster went on to win a runner-up ribbon and the rest of us left with a tear in our collective eye over the memory of you and the dog and our second rate cocks...

And now on to today… It’s just after 1pm and me and my new red streaked hairdo are going down to the Saturday Market to wander for a few and then it’s grocery shopping and movie time. I bought O Brother, Where Art Thou the other day and now that I have a real hipster ho-down under my belt, I’m in the mood for some Soggy Bottom Boys twang and George Clooney’s greased up ‘do.