wine tastes like wine

What kind of Ice Cream goes with $30 wine?
Hope it's bargain bin, damaged freight butter pecan. We live in a house that rents out rooms.

Most often they leave their weed behind for us, this time it's wine. I don't drink but I never had expensive wine...even when I was a souse.
The wine came from a sun baked couple from SoCal. They were delightful, really smiley and it was adorable how they had such amazing tan lines from the flip flops.
They enjoy, coffee, cycling, reading books and taking phone clients even though they are retired.
Our tallbikes were no biggie to them, they are both hot air balloon pilots. My giant rig is a bug to them.
They had that grandparent vibe that made us want to impress them. Over and over again I had to stop myself from bothering them "um here is a drawing I crayoned for you, perhaps you can put it on your fridge?"
They took a shine to us too.

They bought this wine and only had a glass out of it, then left the rest for us.
Olive and I decided to make a date of it. We sat down with the bottle, ice cream and a 2001 episode of Amazing Race. I made myself a butter pecan wine float that tasted more than a little bit like burnt kitten ear medication.
I realized that the two taste sensations need to be separated.
The wine tasted like wine. I didn't have anything to compare it to since the last time I had regular wine (from a box) was over a decade ago

"Catching up" isn't the same as it once was.

 Last night we got to catch up with our friend after a long time and many life chapter changes. As we went over the past few years we kept saying, "Yeah, I saw that." about each other's life, art, and health. This makes me question if we actually were, "catching up."

We were only physically separated but online, none of us missed a beat. We communicated and have been encouraging to one another for the whole time. Now "catching up" means getting the full story and actually hearing each other giggle.



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Wow this dude really likes pizza.

I just showed my new homie from Japan how to make a pizza from scratch.
He is returning to Japan unemployed and mentioned he wanted to get into the pizza game.
They are leaving tomorrow.
We will miss our newest single serving friends. Tonight i took dude on a tallbike night mission. Olive was sewing with his lady.
I asked him to come with me on a mission to deliver some food to a preggers lady. He doesn't really speak English so all I had to do was point to our contented hens and say "Wanna ride bicycle?"
I loaded my hoopty, squared him away with a bike light and we took off.
He hadn't realized how fast we roll.
I took off and eventually hear him screaming behind me "Soo sorry, I'm coming."
I slowed down and soon we found our pace together.
I admire this dude. For not knowing English he is killing it with the communication.
This wouldn't work if we all weren't really expressive anyway. We got to where we were going and he got to see a very grateful pregnant woman and shortly after that a pot tree.
He was apprehensive but curious because it's highly illegal in his town.
We took off. On the road he got to experience how people cheer for us as we go by. He was smiling ear to ear. When I got home I was baffled by the convo Olive was having with the other guest.
She was telling the lady "so I told her, I'm a grown ass woman and I'm not about to be hearing what she is saying." I wasn't aware that Olive ever said anything like that. I am aware that her Japanese counterpart had NO idea what she was saying at that point.
Other than that the language barrier, was no barrier to her friendship with her new friend.
They are tight. and have a lot in common.
Me hanging out with the dude was a little different.
language isn't so big a deal because we dudes don't mind sitting around not saying anything.
When we were on the road however, folks cheered at us and I could hear my friend cheering back in the thickest Japanese accent ever. "AAaaaAah"
I'm gonna miss this bloke.lol
They thanked us for being such good hosts. We said "We aren't hosts, we don't work here, we are just the clown who live in the attic. :)

i found out what Olive was talking about. She was telling her new friend what to say, not what she said. Our friends had shared a cab with some drunk, pregnant, obnoxious women.They were being condescending and Olive was giving her some tough language to fend off the dumdums. They were very taken with the friendliness of Ptown don't get me wrong.They were delighted at how many strangers on the street said hi as they passed. They also noticed the temperament we have around light rail. "In Japan when train late everyone very angry, in Portland when train late they go have beer."

a great way to impress me is to ride my bike.

nailed it.

We did a little rock show for them in the living room and then made balloons last night. After that we found out my Man had a trick up his sleeve. Turns out he in one of the few dudes in his world who still rock fundochi (traditional underwear). The couple met when they were volunteering at a festival honoring ancestors.

G'bye Friends Good luck!

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Turns out a good breakfast over in Tokyotown is rice,Miso, tufu and veggies.

Hanging out with this hip couple from Japan who are staying at our house.
 We had some of our family over tonight and all of us sat around with the babblephones out trying to communicate with our new friends. 
We never had time to take our clown stuff off after gigs today so this couple are very brave to spend so much time talking to clowns. 
They had no idea we would be here.  They may not know what we even are. But we are getting along swimmingly though. 
The couple looked at me puzzled when I complimented their English. 
I said compared to my Japanese language skills, you two are an English professors.
Now our family has left and we are still at it with the cultural exchange.
 I'm asking a lot of Japanese words and forgetting them as soon as I hear them, yeah, I'm sexy like that. Hopefully some of it sticks. 
Clowns need to know how to talk to everybody. It's tedious but well worth struggling through the language barrier to communicate and enjoy our latest "single serving friends". They got married 9 months ago and just now found time for the Honeymoon. 
We all have loads of questions for each other about water, life, language and culture. There is a Japanese guest in the other room as well strangely enough. She asked that we teach her how we make a traditional American breakfast. 
My traditional Sunday breakfast is the "racecar no driver" (Cannabis and coffee till lunchtime, roastin bowls and sippin joe.) so I wouldn't suggest my no gig day Bfast fave. 
Looks like we will be Americaning breakfast for three Japanese single serving friends in the morning.
 I hope we can come up with something to properly rep our hunk of Erff.
 I don't want to make them greasy fat bombs.
 I asked what they like for the first meal of the day in Japan. 
Turns out a good breakfast over in Tokyotown is rice,Miso, tufu and veggies. 
We are thinking pancakes, yogurt and fruit?

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Little A and Friend gardening with Olive at our pad yesterday.

 I'm so stoked that she has been in my life so many years. 

The very last thing I did at the Clown House was ride away with her on the back of the Behemoth. 
She continues to be incredibly supportive and a joy to be around. 

 Olive and Lil A are very tight. She is an expert gardener and really gave us some amazing insights about growing things. This is the first year in O&I's time together that we are able to grow anything. 
Before it was just grimey "Partment's parking lot. 
Lil A showed us how to grow our wig tree really well.

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Canada in both rooms

Canada in the house. 
We stay in a house that rents out rooms. 
I'm delighted to hear some hallway introductions. 
They are just realizing they are all from Vancouver.
 "Neighbors at home and in the States!" 
In one room are a pair of 20 something women who are exploring the world and in the other a 30 something couple on vacay. I love that the couple brought their bikes with them. 
Everyone is dialed into all the things to do in Portland so they don't need "single serving friends". 
 I'm glad the clowns have this opportunity to be (or not to be) single serving friends to people from all over the world.

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