For those of you who don’t know, I’m Alisa Starr, and I make Snarky Cards: Brutally Honest Greeting Cards. I sell them in bars from a box that hangs beneath my boobs. They will crack you the fuck up.
Today I’m going to go down to the Waterfront, and type up new and more awesome Snarky Cards, with Tour De Fat, which is the bicycle celebration of beer. It’s a costumed celebration of human-powered transportation. Muscles not motors, coasters, v-brakes and rotors. Come in your favorite alter ego, because when everybody’s weird, no one is.
I’ll be there from 12-5, typing and selling my Snarky Cards, and then I’m high-tailing it to NE Portland, to see Ivy Ross sing her heart out at The Alberta Street. Show starts at 7pm, and it’s going to be awesome! I’ve been wanting to hear Ivy sing for ages, and it’s my fault for not getting my ass to her shows sooner. But I”m not gonna worry about woulda coulda shoulda. I’m just glad I know all of my worries will wash away, once she gets that guitar in her hands. I mean, where else do you get that kind of guarentee?