Goose Hollow
It was New Year’s 2019, and I toasted to 2020 like it owed me something. Every year begins with hope, but this felt different. The 2010s were finished, and I was ready for optimism in this new decade. 2020 was fun to say, there were 20/20 vision jokes, Parasite had just won Best Picture, and the U.S. occupation of Afghanistan was finally ending. The 1920s gave us glamour and mainstream jazz—so what would this decade be known for?
That Valentine’s Day, I attended a friend’s lavish house party in Portland’s Goose Hollow neighborhood. Champagne, absinthe, satin, and gaiety are what I remember from that night. That evening is now known as the last outing before the covid lockdown, I would soon be sanitizing groceries.
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