Won’t You Take Me To…
Late this afternoon, I mentioned the fact that Tom Potter would be ceremonially declaring (via Metroblogging Portland) our fair city to be named Beertown.
Thanks to a combination of the cold and my mumbling, however, a coworker thought I said “Beavertown”. She conceded that not only does Portland have more than its fair share of strip clubs, but the dancers aren’t required to fake it through the use of, say, pasties and g-strings.
Alas, the word was “Beertown”. And besides, we already live next door to Beaverton, although any resemblance between Beaverton and the mythical Beavertown is purely coincidental and, well, unlikely.