Marcus saved the three of us $75 in cover by knowing bouncers at a couple places. After going to three straight clubs, we ended up at Neighbours, a popular dance club for gay men and girls that don't want to get hit on [as much]. Not a good place for straight guys. Luckily, Sarah protected us.... whenever a guy was eying one of us she'd dance close to us, sending the would-be approachers the "we're hetero" signal. Unfortunately a gay guy asked her to dance at the end (for the purpose of extracting information about Marcus, we later learned) and in the meantime a guy hit on me within minutes of her leaving me. That's a first.
I hit the road today around 3:00 after lunch with Evan. I don't really remember driving home... the Seattle/Portland drive is so ordinary by now nothing about it stands out.
Now that I'm home, I guess I should get back to work.