Portland's Mayor Apparently Gave You All Plenty to Complain About This Year
Don't get me wrong—I'll attend whatever you guys send me to, and I'll do my best to write it up in an entertaining manner.
But in the interests of a Worst. Night. Ever. that even has a chance of going beyond the now cliched "Well, that was a little uncomfortable, but actually totally fine," I'm going to (SELFLESSLY AND MASOCHISTICALLY, I might add, YOU'RE WELCOME) urge you to read Marjorie's descriptions of the possible events a tiny bit more carefully before voting ends in a half hour. Worst. Night. Ever. is only as worst as you make it, and so far I'm lucking out.
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