Meet A Weasel In Portland!
Seriously. How have you not heard that I have a book coming out? I promise, I’ll settle down once the last of the tour dates are up.
But for now, I’ll be in Portland on Saturday March 21st!
My entire impression of Portland is from a) my wife rhapsodizing about her youth in Eugene, which isn’t quite Portland but she made stops there, and b) Portlandia. Which is, depending on who I talk to, either complete balderdash or entirely accurate.
Regardless, I’ll be signing/speaking at In Other Words, a feminist bookstore, and I am totally psyched to be there. (There’s even a discussion group on the book’s feminist topics, which I confess fills me with a twinge of worry as to how well I executed the inverse tropes, but no matter. This is what it’s like to have a book. First world problems indeed.)
In any case, if you wanna stop by, it’s:
Saturday, March 21st: In Other Words, in Portland, Oregon
14 NE Killingsworth Street, Portland, OR 97211
4p.m. – 6p.m.
And in case you’re going “Aw, man, I wanted to hang out Ferrett!” and you live in New York, Boston, Seattle or – strangely – Cleveland – then remember these dates:
Friday, March 6th: Loganberry Books, in Cleveland
13015 Larchmere Blvd., Shaker Heights, Ohio 44120
7 p.m. – 8:30 p.m.
Friday, March 13th: WORD Bookstore Brooklyn
126 Franklin St, Brooklyn, NY 11222
7 p.m. – 8:30 p.m.
Saturday, March 14th: Annie’s Book Stop Of Worcester
65 James Street, Worcester MA 01603
5:00 p.m. – 7:00 p.m.
Friday, March 20th: University Book Store, in Seattle
4326 University Way NE Seattle WA 981105
7 p.m. – 8:30 p.m.
I will be moving out of town too soon to meet this weasel, but my 0.02 on Portlandia: It’s an accurate depiction of Portland in the same way that The West Wing was an accurate depiction of the White House; it’s concentrated, filtered down to just the parts you’d remember, and the dialogue is snappier, but there’s nothing happening on screen that doesn’t happen off it.
Here is my best Real Portland Story: It’s late at night on a Friday, about midnight, and I’m in a car and hungry. So I head to Cartlandia, the biggest food cart pod. After I order, I look around and see: an old couple in full formal evening dress just out of the opera, a man in a skintight, bright yellow full-body bodysuit, and a dozen drunk hipsters, one with a unicycle, all standing around waiting to get fried hand pies from a food cart in the middle of the night.