Only one thing left...

This is the oddest place to spend a summer. First off, because, yes, Portland is odd, but mostly because there is no real semblance of summer, of consistent sun, of shorts and short sleeves, of people bustling about in a patterned fashion. Just a random assortment of heated days in this rain stricken city, residents peeking their heads out for a cup of coffee or slowly making their wet commutes to work. Meanwhile, what can you do while waiting for the annual 6 weeks of "solid sunshine" that supposedly ensues after July 4th, clad with movies in the park, BBQs, horseshoe pits, hammocks and PBR or mason jars full of sun tea... yes, indeed, masturbate.