My friend Joey and I stayed with Deborah to catch a show in Portland. She was very helpful and friendly in describing the layout of the city.
I stayed upstairs, and I found the place to be very clean and organized.
We let her know in advance that we would be coming back late (around 5 am), and she was cool with it as long as we were quiet as we entered the house.
The highlight of my stay was when she made us scrambled eggs with paprika, onion, and gourmet sausages. We sat around reading Portland Mercury and chatting about Beatles' contribution to personal musico-spheres. Joey and I left the place contended, and with full stomachs.
P.S. She has two cats, and they're super fucking photogenic.