I’ve never seen a city so involved with it’s airport code. Not that I know which came first, but all locations in Portland referred to themself as PDX.
I know there’s DFW, but at least that one makes sense. So, I decided to venture out there to find out.
I came back, a week and a half later with no answer, but a hell of a time spent with Lee and Barb and Erin and Josh and others. And dance.
And visit the coolest library on this planet, in Seattle.
And the craziest donut shop evar.
I also tried Ethopian food. Go me. But mostly, I was happy to go to a place with “Queen” (Queen Sheeba) in the title and not see drag.
Thanks to Lee, Barb and Martin who let me crash at their place longer than I expected. Even if Martin’s justification was, “Well, I had sex in your bathroom.”
— Snoopykiss needs bleach. Stat.