Portland Antics

On my last weekend in Portland before heading to Japan, Sam and I had a run around the NW 23rd St. area. After dinner we stopped in a joint to play some pool. Sam spied not one, but two, bachelorette parties, and in his magnanimous way, sent drinks to each of the brides-to-be. One of the groups gamely sent back a shot with a lewd title, and Sam rose to the occasion by upping the ante. He sent a reply shot with a randy quip. The ladies were equal to the challenge, not once, but two more times. Every shot and quip was greeted with howls of laughter from both teams. When the play came back to us, we wracked our brains for a topper but ultimately conceded the match to the women. It's a good rule in life to let the ladies win. Otherwise, you find yourself sleeping on the couch.

(I confess to having no experience with that because I've never owned a couch.)