Last month we attended a birthday party for an adorable 1 year-old. It was in a Portland park, and it was a lovely sunny day. There were treats and food and even a small keg of beer. It was a great afternoon party.
If you haven't been to Portland before, me telling you that the park was in the SE section of town wouldn't mean much to you. So I will just describe it generically: it attracts a very relaxed, hippie, natural, unique, dare I even say odd but so very kind sort of crowd. SE Portland is where pretty much anything that is not normal but not hurting anyone is going to happen.
So here we are in this park, minding our own party business, when my husband and I hear the voices of some people walking behind us and they say, "Wow, a keg in the park! Huh...weird!" We turned around to see who was impressed by this only moderately unusual party-with-keg. And what we saw was a couple walking two goats on leashes. Only in SE Portland do people walking their goats to the park on leashes call a keg party "weird"...