1) Okay quick Portland anecdote that both illustrates why I love the city so much and how utterly useless any secret cop attempts to bring it under control will be...
2) I was shooting sevond unit on LEVERAGE season 3 finale, and wasn’t nuts about the outdoor location we’d found, so I decided to take a walk around the streets on Sunday near base camp to see if I could find something a little more interesting for Monday morning.
3) I find this funky little park, 10am Sunday, and there’s another two dozen people hanging out. Playing croquet. Pretty quirky, huh?
They were playing croquet with oversized wickets, bowling balls, and sledgehammers.
And dressed in full-on Steampunk costumes.
They were playing croquet with oversized wickets, bowling balls, and sledgehammers.
And dressed in full-on Steampunk costumes.
4) Monocles. Brass fittings over corsets. Top hats. Croquet with sledgehammers.
And I’m thinking “Oh, it’s one of those Portland street fair things, themed parades, it’s ... Whatever The Fuck Day.”
And I’m thinking “Oh, it’s one of those Portland street fair things, themed parades, it’s ... Whatever The Fuck Day.”
5) so I ask one of the guys, as he lines up his croquet shot, easing his sledgehammer back and forth, “Hey, what is this? What day is it?”
And the guy with the monocle and top hat looks at me.
“ It’s Sunday.”
Then — KACHONK — hits his bowling ball through the wicket.
And the guy with the monocle and top hat looks at me.
“ It’s Sunday.”
Then — KACHONK — hits his bowling ball through the wicket.
6) Yeah, good luck frat bro roid-raging normies. They’re gonna fall right into line with your wannabe Gestapo cosplay.
As we say in a Montreal, “Bonne chance bloke.”
As we say in a Montreal, “Bonne chance bloke.”
