I'm sitting in a place called Deidrich's sipping the strongest fucking coffee I've ever consumed. I'm literally shaking typing this post. I'm hungover from the two bottles of wine I insisted on consuming to celebrate my arrival into la la land. My new journey has begun. I will miss writing posts for pdxbars.com. I feel like I accomplished absolutely nothing and came across as the biggest loser to walk the face of the Earth. Mission accomplished. Fuck it. Now I'm off to dude land so I can become an even bigger loser. I will pull my nutts with a confident smile, sip my martinis on the sunset strip, flirt with script whores that really believe in the sunshine dream.

However, the little town that could will always hold a place in my liver as the best place to drink when you absolutely have no money. When you see a happy hour sign in LA be prepared to pay 4.50 for a pint of Miller. $1 pabst? What the fuck is Pabst? What the fuck is micro brew for that matter? LA's version of micro brew is Gordon and Beirsch. Fuck that shit. But that's what makes Portland unique. I'll have a reason to visit when I'm sick of drinking dirty martinis with top shelf Grey Goose. I'll pop in from time-to-time and post sweet memories, but soon pdxbars.com will have a new face. I will miss the bright whites and swedish blues. If you're interested in my exploits down here in LA check out www.lalabars.com. It's a big city to cover for one person, but it can be done. Ok, now I need to write about the final BBN in Redding, Ca. If you're a Christian swinger, you may not want to read it.