Young couple from the middle of Oregon.

They came for a weekend in a city that doesn't roll up the streets at dark. They were just as wide eyed as the folks visiting from other countries and middle America. The other night I was out front chomping on a doobie when the guy walked up an embraced me.
"I'm so glad to see you!"
I told him I was glad to see him too. I'm kind of a loner but I'm always happy to engage in some diplomacy. Then I found out why he was glad to see me.
"My wife is ashleep and I was logged out of the house." He was locked out and apparently just walked around to all the local bars pounding drinks. He was tore up!
So he vanishes into the house and I hear nothing from him again until late night.
"BBbbbbrrrrrrrraaaap!" He was going there. hurling his guts out in the bathroom.
Right across the hall is another room with a different couple. I hadn't met them so I had no clue what kind of night they were having. I can't imagine they could be sleeping through that calamitous noise. The drunk man's partner found me and asked for a garbage bag for the barf.
She didn't know I had seen him earlier so she said "My husband seems to have caught the bug I had last week" He puked on as I sat at the table researching boring stuff.
Then Olive came downstairs mostly asleep to go to the bathroom. She found a naked man she never met before clutching the commode for dear life and singing the dry heaving song.
"Ooops, sorry, didn't know anyone was in here , would you like the light back off?" "He said "yeah that would be great, thank you." He couldn't have picked a better bathroom to do that in. The bathroom and the two rooms get cleaned and pro-scrubbed every few days.
On top of that, my housemate chore is cleaning the toilette so I know it'a properly buffed and scrubbed surface for worshiping the porcelain god.
That was pretty entertaining. The next day I met the couple from across the hall. They were a (30 somethings) Chicano couple from L.A. I asked if they were kept up.
They said "Um yeah."
They hadn't been as amused as me. Then I gave them the details and that made them both crack up. The husband said "I'm not gonna say that ever happened to me, but I do know where that kid was coming from.
Hope he feels better."
Yeah!I loved that Tude.

We don't work here but we still get gifts from guests

We don't work here but we still get gifts from guests. Our latest "single serving" friends left us some goodies before they left. The came from an exotic country called "Dallas Texas". 

Single serving friends work great for us because longterm friendships tend to break our stride.

We must look like such snobs for always turning down dinner parties and social gatherings. Sorry. 

We can still be hermits around single serving friends because we know there is a finish line. 

This time there was a prize at the end. 

I understand why the Texans left the pot food behind but why didn't they bring those fantastic beers and the mug from the Drag club? 

Thanks Texans! Maybe someday I will visit your country and leave a bunch or pot and beer behind. I better learn the language first.

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I thought we were all about Canadian Hippies last night, I was wrong.

 When i got home from clowning, i met some shaggy Canadians with guitars returning from Pickathon. Great folks.
I thought we were all about Canadian Hippies last night, I was wrong. 
Late at night I was in the back yard and heard our side door open. When I went to investigate I found nothing out of place but there were several yahoos across the street talking at me, I ignored them. I went to the front door and started punching in the code. 
I didn't have my glasses so I fumbled many times. 
Then the door opened from within. 
Inside our very dark living-room was a bald, gorgeous, black man in his tighty whities who was almost as tall as the ceiling. He let me in and put a finger to his lips (for me to be quiet) then pointed the finger out the window at the men across the street who were now approaching our pad. 
After that, he turned around and went into one of the rooms without a word. I guess he had been watching them in the darkness. 
They knocked, I answered and at 3 am or so 5 drunk dudes walked in loudly asking for beers, women and asking if I wanted LSD. 
It took me a moment to realize they were not at all affiliated with anyone staying with us. I was smiling but I was also loudly saying "Turn around dudes, you are in the wrong spot Yo. Get the Mcfuc out!" 
I shepherded them out of our place and watched them to make sure they kept going. Three of them started complaining that I was giving the boot but two of them mentioned how cool I was being under the circumstances. That was pleasant of them. 
I woke up next morning and couldn't ask any questions because now the rooms are full of lovely Ballet dancers from Seattle.  
They knew nothing about what I just told you. 
 how it goes. Thanks mysterious stranger for letting me in last night. That was clutch that he knew the difference between me and some drunk yahoos.

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mexican food

We have been "single serving" friends to a couple of cool cats from China. 
There is a bit of a language barrier but that's my fault. 
They were nice enough to show up knowing a lot of my language. 
They are a riot. One of them was brave enough to ask for a ride on my tallbike.
 It was super funny. 
They got really animated. 
They said they never tried Mexican food.
We decided to take them to the Mercado.

They still haven't tried Mexican food. They don't know English or Spanish so they were just going by the photos outside the foodcart. They got lunch from a Cuban food vender. :)

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