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We are not the only people who do this kind of thing, ya know. Portland is a vast sea of weirdness and debauchery, which is pretty much the main reason to live here.
If you care to, you can pretty much always find something to do that would really, REALLY, make your parents believe they have completely failed in their task of raising you.
For starters, most anything worth doing is listed on Portland Cacophony's mailing list. If an event is linked on this site, and we are not personally in charge of it (note: we deny all responsibility for our own actions, and vehemently deny being in the same city as any of "our" events. See "Our Rampages" for more information about how none of this is in any way our responsibility) it is most likely Cacophonists at fault.
Secondly, Portland Pillowfight (something on their website makes Firefox browsers crash some times) is the best way to smack strangers in the face with a pillow, and not get arrested. It is a hell of a lot of fun, and if you can keep from drooling at all the eye candy (for some reason, these things are populated with the hottest twentysomethings in a 100 mile radius of Portland), you can take out your aggressions while making a huge mess.
We like costumes. We like booze. We like freaking out strangers. The Guerilla Masquerade Party pretty much scratches that itch. Sure, they stay in one place usually, so it's not much of a "rampage," but they make up for it by the sheer snarkieness of their participants.
Braaaiiinnssssssss! Portland's very own Zombiewalk is your chance to dress up in full Zombie garb and wander through town scaring tourists and annoying the hell out of the "we should all be responsible and boring" crowd. Also, eye candy-riffic, provided you are into folk who make most goth-club patrons look like Xanax-riddled sparky junior-high class presidential candidates.
An event from the Cacophony Society that deserves a special mention all its own: Santacon! Several hundred people in Santa suits doing bizarre things in Portland (in solidarity with Santas in other cities worldwide). I would like to comment in detail about the last one, but I only remember half of it. One Santa traded shoes with a guy in a bar, and I have no idea how I got home but there were naked people on my porch the next day.
HEY NUTCASE!
Ya got an event? Does it not suck?
We can post it on our "side rampages" list, just contact us, invite us over and ply us with booze. We are not above a little bribery in the same way that the ocean is not above the flight path of a Boeing 747.
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