The show in Portland was a whole lot of fun. Though I haven’t heard it yet. Perhaps it’s been edited down to nothing but Peter reading “Fox Trot” and “Garfield” to kids who are affected by the newspaper strike. Which, come to think of it, would be a damned good show. Perhaps we needs a newspaper strike.

In any case, after the great show there was a great champagne reception. All thanks due to Oregon Public Broadcasting, who took tremendously good care of us, their one-day wards. And after the champagne reception we repaired to the bar - me, the “Wait Wait” cast, and the rest of us.

“Rest of us?” Yes. My friend Scott (FA lurker extraordinaire) and the Rest of Us:

Team FanAp West
[from left: piglet, piglet’s Drew, Seattle Tammy, Seattle Dan, me in my 30’s, Becca, Ann, (acronym) Jim. Bottom row: Brian.]

Whew! Whatta group. The proud men and women of FanAp West also kicked off my birthday weekend (yrs trly has turned 40. I’m no longer “prematurely” bald. Whee!) by showering me with gifts, cake, and (of course) bourbon. If you’ve never had a bourbon shower, I highly recommend it.

Giant thanks to the Northwest Chapter of this little blog’s (co-ed) fraternity. It was a great time, and I was truly touched. As for Portland, 24 hours there was not enough, honestly. I’m going to have to go back, and soon. You people run a pretty great city up there. Hell, you even have a local brand of bourbon! Memo to Other Cities: Get on that, will you?