Yesterday was spent with a bunch of friends at the Portland Beer Festival. You buy a mug, then begin standing in line for one of the many different types of beer. Once you get your beer, you walk over and begin waiting in the next line. But waiting is really not that bad, since every few minutes there is a collective crowd roar composed of well-thought out word plays such as "BEER...BEEEEEEER....BEEEEEEER." My favorite part of living in an Urban neighborhood really is the wide-array of cultural highlights available to residents.