goodbye summer...

In case you’re wondering what the hell “Sherowski” is, it’s Polish! I still think Polish jokes are funny, though, because all the dumbest people I know are actually NOT Polish. So the joke’s on them, sort of. Anyway, I went to the Polish festival in North Portland this weekend, but not to get in touch with my roots or whatever—I went for some damn perogi! Have you had them? Magnificent dumplings of awesomeness. Potato, cheese, onion, and whatever else all boiled up into a melty package. There were also potato pancakes, and polish sausage, and slaw, and kraut, and all sorts of other aromatic cabbage and onion concoctions. We piled up our plates and then sat on the grass in the sunshine to people watch. Have you ever noticed how fond old Slavic women are of flamboyant fabrics? I’m hoping someday that I, too, will find myself in bright pink windpants and gold lameé. Seriously.

Deertick played at Edgefield on Sunday night. For free. Edgefield is a pub/theater out in Troutdale, and so it was less Portland hipster, and more “Oktoberfest!”  Phew. You never know, you know? Lance and I ventured there on what may very well have been the last warm evening of the year, and we soaked in about a half-hour of the raucous beer-stained happening. Just a little taste. And then gawked at the starry night sky on the drive home.