$1.50 PBRs at Billy Ray’s Tavern on MLK. $2 brunch mimosas at Eastburn. $1 Well Cocktails on Tuesdays at Renner’s Grill in Multnomah Village… and $1 jello shots all the time. You’re so used to being able to get drunk on a ten-spot that it almost seems unthinkable to spend $5 on a beer at McMenamins. Then you moved to New York City where that’s a good happy hour price.
How are tots not standard bar food the world over?
Even though if that hometown is in the valley, that forecast looks the same ten months out of the year.
Even Grocery Outlet has a better craft beer selection than the stores you frequent now.
There’s nothing more peaceful, no matter how far you travel.
In rain’s absence, you might fake it by listening to the comforting sound of raindrops on rainymood.com.
English Ivy Basket Weaving at Hoyt Arboretum. The tulip festival in Woodburn. Newport’s Seafood and Wine Festival. Free star parties at OMSI. A Pink Martini concert at the Oregon Zoo.
God forbid you miss Oregon Brewfest.
You tell all your friends about the wonder of Oregon Pinot Noir, and then the expression on their face remind you what a pretentious snob you are.
You’re just passionate about your beverages, okay! You would probably even buy bottled water if it came from Oregon.
$6 for a fresh pint of blackberries? How can anyone put a price on happiness?
Full price is for suckers.
It’s independent and the maze of books downtown is your blueprint for heaven. They must stay in business. They must.
When friends at home go fishing or crabbing, they come back with more than they can eat. You volunteer to help them out.
You get mean mugged in your head-to-toe red and black, but you can’t help yourself. Especially now that they’re doing so well! Half of your girl friends want to marry Damian Lillard.
Until you left, you thought it was normal that there’s a 90s night or two every weekend. Lola’s Room, Holocene, Jones… When the DJ looked at you like you were an idiot when you requested Spice Girls at the club, you took your Dream of the 90’sback to your living room where you can “slam your body down and wind it all around” to your heart’s content.
Even if you don’t really love the shows. Look—there’s Cathedral Park!
It’s an angsty duet, and even if you’ve never picked someone up drinking a gin fizz in a dive bar, it somehow captures that way you miss home.
That’s the last straw, really. Your roommate cannot stand listening to the song one more time. Move back already.