Saturday was Brides of March. EVERY attendee dresses in a wedding dress and we marry public art. I won a dance contest by flailing around and howling like a monster. The prize was an airplane bottle Jack Daniel’s Tennessee Fire. On our way to Momo’s, April saw a familiar woman.
“Is that…?” she asked me.
“Looks like her, but I don’t think so,” I said.
“Are you…?” she asked the brunette.
“Yes,” said Kristen Schaal.
“Are you having fun in Portland?” said April.
“I always do!” Schaal said. I think she was drunk also.
