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Monday, October 27, 2003
Strange things overheard while eating a cheeseburger at the Alibi, sadly reflecting on a failed attempt to expose the hypocrisy of Michael Moore
The Alibi (disregard the article, look at the pic) is a tiki lounge in north Portland. Like all historic businesses in this town, it's probably 8 months away from being demolished to make way for a townhouse complex. While it still stands, the Alibi is a great place to eavesdrop.
Let's play a game. Take a look at these random Alibi customers:
A. Drunk hipster in a denim jacket.
B. Surfer bartender with a pony-tail.
C. Muscle-bound jock drinking girlie drinks.
D. Chain-smoker in the corner, dressed entirely in black.
Can you match each quote to the preceding patrons?
1. "I respect strippers, really I do. They're like Michael Flatley."
2. "I don't know, I just haven't been able to finish the third act. After I get rid of the car and get to Puerto Rico, I'll wrap up it up and sell it all to Hollywood."
3. "Yesterday it was pouring rain, right? Well, I'm riding my bike, the little one, past the bus station. Some guy, in a joking manner, yells, 'Summer's over!' Then I thought, 'Well, at least I'm not riding the bus.!"
4. "Your jacket keeps falling off this chair. It's because I keep knocking it off."