I posted this last Friday over at Eater PDX and wanted to add the photo slideshow to the mix. Enjoy.
Hand-crafted sammies piled high to the sky, a selection of wine and Storm Large (above with my partner, Juan Martinez, and my friend, Jill Spitznass) were the main attractions—alongside a boatload of art—at Hands On for Haiti held last night inside a deserted, Pearl District Eddie Bauer store. For only a buck each (and a $15 entry fee) patrons could load up on bite-sized sandwiches from Bunk, Meat Cheese Bread and Kenny and Zuke’s, among others. There was also a wall-o-restaurants where you could bid on gift certificates for such hot spots as Olympic Provisions, Clyde Common and Gruner. Oddly enough the value of the certificate was also the minimum bid. Translated: bidders were paying more for their meals than they were valued at. But, hey, it was all for Mercy Corp. Spotted working the crowded room was Ned Ludd chef/owner Jason French(right) and Andrea Slonecker who was recently named the Executive Director of the Portland Culinary Alliance.
THAT GIRL: Here's what I have to say about Karol Collymore, the young-ish woman (above) who is currently out campaigning to sit in the seat of her old boss, Jeff Cogen, as a Multnomah County Commish (Cogen's now running for County Chair). I love her style. Love her smile. But most of all, I love her stand on the issues facing our community. That's why I joined a group of friends at a "House Party" in her honor on Saturday afternoon at the home of Judge Kemp andEric Schnell. Of all the candidates running for that position I believe she has the most experience—in large part due to her years working with Cogen—to help out a county that could benefit from her fresh ideas and her boundless energy. She has what it takes, as one person at the party said, "Karol isn't really running for office, she's just running for a promotion."
OH, RICKY YOU'RE SO FINE: Never thought I would ever say the following words: Ricky Martin sent me a message (see above).
It came via Twitter and was a direct message from the Latin-heartthrob-who-just-came-out-of-the-closet to me.
Yes, me. I know! Hard to believe, right? And the fact it came on April 1st doesn't help.
But, here are the facts.
That evening I tweeted @theonetruebix with the following: "bout time U finally came out..what were you waiting for @ricky_martin ? It was in response to bix's tweet: "I'm gay." "I will make you gayer."
I never heard from bix. But, about an hour and half later I got the following message from Ricky: "im very happy! http://bit.ly/rmlife." The link goes to his website, specifically to the section where he comes out as a "fortunate homosexual man."
I freaked when I realized it was Ricky who responded. And, frankly, didn't believe it.
But word is Ricky's been following his Twitter account pretty closely ever since he came out.
Still, I have no clue why, out of the thousands of tweets about him, he decided to respond to that particular one.
So what was my response? Did I follow up with
probing questions about his life, boyfriend and children?
No, I just said, "I am very happy for you, too!" He's already removed that response from his messages.
Randy also used to be an actor starring in such illustrious films as Hot Tamale and Hoboken Hollow. Now he's a life coach based in the Los Angeles area. Or at least he used to be based in L.A. A very reliable source recently ran into Randy with his fiancee, a psychic, as the couple were planning their upcoming nuptials which supposedly will take place somewhere outside of Portland this summer.
OMG, "Donna Martin" is going to be in a bridesmaid dress...in Portland, Oregon! Where's my camera?
The following is a true story. It actually happened last night to Peter Zuckerman, above, the famed author and boyfriend to Mayor Sam Adams. It has to do with a Seder dinner being held at the West Hills home of Mother's Bistro chef, and fellow author, Lisa Schroeder and hubby Rob Samples, aka The Schramples. I've heard of people being lost in the West Hills, but this is ridiculous. Photos from the intended Passover dinner destination are at the end of Peter's "story."
Almost Passed Over
By Peter Zuckerman
To the directionally impaired, Portland's West Hills are a maze. Fortunately, I figured I'd made it to the home of Lisa Schroeder. A line of parked cars snaked down the road in front of a gorgeous home, and an open door and a sign that said "Shalom" announced I'd arrived at a Jewish household about to celebrate Passover. I went in.
"Welcome!" a man at the entrance said. "Come on in."
I smiled, shook hands with him and introduced myself.
"Peter!" the man exclaimed. "We're so glad you made it." He gave me a bear hug. I told him I'd brought some flowers for Lisa. He seemed pleased, and he introduced me to a guest.
The guest and I started chatting. "How do you know the hosts?" she eventually asked me.
"I don't, really, but I'm friends with Stephen and Lisa," I said. "Do you know where they are?"
"I'm sure they're around here somewhere. Have you met my daughter?"
I continued chatting with strangers for perhaps 10 more minutes. They asked about my family, and, a little surprised by the question, I told them my sister and brother-in-law had recently moved to Portland and that Sam and I were doing great. I asked them similar questions and nodded attentively, just as they had.
From the corner of my eye, I noticed someone setting another place at the table. Soon, we sat down to eat.
I scanned the seats but still didn't see anyone I knew. Where were my friends? Someone poured the wine, and I realized I had better not have anything to drink.
I stood up. "Um, I think I went to the wrong Passover," I whispered to the man sitting next to me.
I was hoping to sneak out the door before anyone noticed.
Too late. The man told the person sitting next to him, and laughs spread around the table until nobody could talk and everyone was staring at me.
Hiding my face under my hands, I didn't know what to say. The host, barely able to talk through his laughing, thanked me for coming, insisted I take the flowers back, tried to get me to finish the wine and invited me to return for dessert.
I scuttled to my car and eventually found the right Passover. At Lisa's, I drank a lot of wine and stayed for dessert.