the fun starts and it don't stop.

holy moly. this month has been totally crazy. i am truly perpetually accelerating! this past weekend 'mini-bike winter'. a crazy and ridiculous collection of events mainly celebrating the mini-bike. on thursday there were videos, and spent the whole night making and printing stencils. on saturday i met up with a crazy crew of over 100 freak bikers with outrageous outfits and awesome decorated bicycles down in swan island at the 7-11. we rode through the industrial district, over train tracks and to a crazy site with fantastic pieces tagged all over it. there was a chariot 'deth match', which entailed bicycles with elaborate trailers built to accommodate a rider whose job was to bash off the riders of other chariots. it was amazing and brutal. the canadian team ended up taking the battle in their ride titled 'the meatball'. later that night there was a giant party, which we all had all meet downtown and to ride to due because it was at a top secret location. the sprockettes (the portland mini-bike dance team) performed and 'show me the pink' performed as well. not to mention the massive amount of dance party bootie shaking. the weekend was amazing, and i made a lot of new friends.

this tuesday rob, steve and his wife, and i went to karaoke at the sketchiest bar of all time. it's called "BC'S" and it's on powell. not to mention that the building it an ugly white block of cement with red and white lights that blink with perfect irregularity. we were the youngest people there by at least 15-20 years. we also were given a TON of free glowing and blinking mardi gras shwag because it was 'fat tuesday'. we collected glowing sunglasses (oxymoron?), blinking mouth-guards, glowing plastic clip-on hair extensions (!), and necklaces, of course. it was totally awesome. we then adventured downtown to the 'tube', possibly the biggest hipster bar of all time. however, on tuesdays the dj throws a wicked dance party that makes all the scenesters around disappear. it's that good. the tube was at capacity when we got there and we suddenly realized that people really do get into mardi gras, even in rainy ol' portland. there was an amazing collection of thoroughly wasted people who were all goofy smiles. not to mention hordes of police! so many police. it was insane.

anyhow, we rocked it hard at the tube attempting to rub up against strangers and have the best time ever with our insane blinking necklaces (totally uncool by the tube's standards). rob was accosted in the bathroom line by a guy who demanded he turn off his necklace. rob responded by shaking it around his face and acting totally oblivious to the guys suggestion (awesome). once things mellowed down we moseyed over to 'voodoo donuts' for a late night snack. oh how i love the oreo encrusted monstrosity they serve there. we wandered down the water front, and headed home. it was an awesome time.

well, my fingers are officially ice cubes because i am typing this outside my window, on a little ledge, which is officially the only place in the house where i can even find 1 bar of internet.

come visit portland sometime. it's wonderful. fuck it, everyone should move here. now.

love,
kelly