Saturday night, I was driving to the store to get meat. I like meat, it's tasty.
Anyway, I'm driving down Division to get to the store, passing by a porn theater. The theater is bland; a forest green everywhere except for the yellow sign with red lettering, telling you it's Oregon's Adult Theater, and then a pair of mirrored doors (think bad '90's highschool van) for accessibility. There are no posters outside, nor anything, really, to give the place personality, and as a result there is a vague sense of creepy about it. (I want to go in and check it out, though.) That Portland still has these anachronistic haunts pleases me to no end. I doubt they will last much longer, but that they're still here in the age of internet and DVD, this makes me smile.
Today, however, I was to get an Icing on the cake moment.
Outside on a white sheet of paper, was printed this announcement:
Bicycle parking indoors.
I love living in this city.