The Nightowlcoholic finally blogs again and this time it's the convention in Portland.
Every easter i make my way to a random corner of the US to meet up with many a fellow silly pink bunnies. this year it was Portland, OreDon. it happened.

my travel partners in crime:

tim nargis.

tim has a teat on his elbow.

jeremiah.

jillbaby.

boy toucher anonymous. i've been auditioning for a lot of movie parts lately so i decided to have my teeth fixed.

the best (and worst) part about stopping at random skateparks are the people that hang out there. this guy was overweight, wearing tight jeans, a hipster belt and a parka vest with a hood, and roller blading around the park. the two funniest parts about it were that he would only stop to talk on his cell phone and that he skated more than i did.

some healthy road snacks. i prefer mechanically separated chicken over manually separated chicken.

one of my first spb moments was isaac in a semi-coma on the couch at a friends house.

after arriving, we got tired pretty fast from the drive and consuming alchoholic beverages (while doing 'the pot') so we settled into our hotel room and dreamt of things to cum.. on.

the first day there we had some personal gang time at the nike skatepark. free food, free beer and free skating... oh da schnapp! i'm gonna have to do some roll call action so if you already know these dewdz, scroll down a bit.

D5.

gabe.

fredlock.

this here is charles. i ran into him and his lady friend on haight street a couple of years ago, and while we were catching up, i noticed a guy leaning against a building staring at his lady's buttock. after a couple more glances i realized the guy had his cock out and was rubbing one out on the spot while checking out her rump! so rad. i was thinking of doing the same thing but i knew charles would've noticed.

the sack master.

mickey.

one of these dragonette's takes photos. i'm pretty sure it's the bottom one.

a different jeremiah.

skatepark.

the man that helped start the gang and has kept it going for over 15 years, mr. j. fish.

franklin.

d5 dislocated his thumb and had another don pull that fucker back into place.

george of buzzard fame.

i'm not sure why the video quality is so bad but here's some drunken skating...

fredlock.

gabe.

charlie.

this is also charlie makin friends with an alleyoop.

i took this just so i could have a photo of andreas' ass to stare at late at night. you might recognize him from his educational features such as how to stuff a mouse and homemade tattoos.

gooch gettin frontsidie.

brian's singular extension.

i requested some teat and was rewarded. nice one, the one on the left.

later that night we went to the creature video premiere. these are the only two photos i found of it.

we had to stop for alchohol before before the stores closed and i figured out real quick that portlands alchohol purchasing laws are straight fuckin wacky. you have to give the cashier dewd your drivers license (id's don't count), which earns you a key to access the beer, but only one person can go at a time. the chunky, weird looking dewd at the end of this video is probably 40 years old and retarded and he got denied on a technicality.

if i owned a bar i would give free drinks to anyone that had retarded.

last call was at a bar near our hotel that had a mechanical bull... enough said.

heath ledger was hanging out in the lobby.

so was this brokeback mountain movie poster.

most dewds would probably think two chicks on a mechanical bull is hot. i just pictured these girls getting supersized at a drive-thru window in a iroc z-28.

it's a lot harder to ride a mechanical bull than i thought. if you last more than 15 seconds, and you're a dewd, you're probably gay. except for jeremiah, of course, cause he has ninja skills.

...a few piks i took that night.

pretty weird, right?

so that's part 1. i think this will only be a 2 part deal and i'm gonna make it happen soonish (really). part 2 has a plethora of strippers and some vomiting.

later, for, you {moscomment}

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