Portlanders have a thing about wanting to be first. I suppose that’s human nature, and I don’t have experiences in other cities to compare to, but when something cool is about to happen the line starts forming early. Blazers in the playoffs? The line forms at the box office as soon as the game is over. Duct tape and parades? That’s *so* 2006. People line up to buy telephones, for god’s sake.
So it really didn’t surprise me when I saw this as I walked past SW 1st & Taylor yesterday. Why would someone leave what appears to be perfectly good shoes and panties on a sidewalk, as if they were marking a spot?
Oh yeah, Club Sesso is opening this weekend. This eager partygoer probably had to find a bathroom.
Club Sesso is the new swingers club opening in the space formerly occupied by Fernando’s Hideaway. (If ABBA wrote songs about me I’d want to hide away too.) Neighborhood feedback ranges from indifference to moral outrage, but in reality it will probably be much less of a nuisance than (now gone) H20 and some of the other nearby nightclubs. I doubt there will be much of a “poppin’ caps in people’s asses” presence; in fact, the most scandalous side effect I foresee is the inconvenience of having to go outside for a cigarette afterward.
Ron Jeremy will be in town promoting this, as documented in the Mercury. Is that his boat down by the waterfront?
Oh, and the person that owns the shoes and panties? I’m more than curious. You have a small ass and big feet. Could it be? Is Peggy Hill in town?
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