The Pacific Northwest has been traumatised and I think I'm the only one, still alive ...

To paraphrase Jimmy Eat World, I have torn up America's West Coast during my month-long visit, seeing the sights of Portland, Salem, Seattle and Vancouver. But all things must come to an end and I'm off to Chicago tomorrow, despite only being halfway through the arduous job of packing. I'm still not sure how I'm going to eventually get my stash home. Doing my best Kenny Callender impression, I'm so stoked about securing some short-term storage space with my gracious Rose City hosts, Rivjuando and Soule Sista.

I had an enjoyable last supper tonight with the happily married pair at Jin Wah in Beaverton before we went to Horse Brass in Southeast Portland, which hosted Rivjuando's bucks party not so long ago. We played darts and I had a sampler of local beers and a not-so-local sausage roll. Twas a nice little English pub and good preparation for a return trip to the United Kingdom in a week. I hope Cousin Slugg and Can't Stop The Rush and everyone else is ready for the sequel!

My hosts (pictured with yours truly) are pleased to know that I'll be back in the PDX later this year for a second tour of duty, which will include going to see Death Cab For Cutie at the Crystal Ballroom on November 16. I want to thank them and their respective families, along with G.I. Vic, Niki Nikon, Katsy K and anyone else who has put up with me during my stay in the Pac NW! I didn't forget about you, Single Forever. I just may have secured you a ticket to the nearly sold-out concert. It will be huge.