We were doing the silent co-existing maneuver that is so popular in elevators, when one of them noticed a jar on the kitchen table: "Izzat?"
Me: "Oui c'est, madame. That is indeed, a honking, huge jar of chronic."
Her: "Croonik?"
"It's weed lady, the whole neighborhood's gone to pot. Help yourself but be careful, it's strong.
Made of Oregon sunshine."
She said: "Portland is like Amsterdam."
Me: "No, I'm pretty sure they have universal healthcare there. Here if we get sick or hurt, they want us to die or work till we die of old age. Murika."
Her: "I see why you like deu pot."
Me: "Oui, Madame."
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Having my morning coffee and doobie tonight on the porch.
A couple from Japan who are staying at our place just walked up from an evening on the town.
I felt a bit self conscious stinking up the place.
We hadn't met and I know the pot is highly illegal in Japan.
They quickly put me at ease.
Dude gives me the slow smile and nod then pulls out a spliff of his own.
They are here for a cannabis safari.
LOL.
I hear they got a few Portland themed shops over in Japanistan. My new friends are all loaded up with Kush, Voodoo donuts, and coffee fun.
When the guests leave they often give me the remainder of their weed (and lighters) that they bought. Can't take it on the plane. Bummer.
I know it sounds like a boon for Dingo (it is, they saves me a lot of money)
but I'm not all about me. I want them to keep their stuff.
I want them to take it home and show the red states how green our thumbs are here.
They tell me how back home, herb is treated like it's a hard drug. It's a big part of filling those private prison cells.
:) Last night a couple from Kansas gave me this little can o goodies and a bunch of joints.
Deelighted. I threw it in the pile with the rest of them.
Pretty sweet perk but I do wish they could take their stuff home.
Then late last night I dipped into it and realized...whooo, this is kind of strong.
I like a head change but I'm never a fan of being intoxicated.
I'm all about the neighborhood homegrown so I gotta remember to read the labels.
People on weed safari get the real fire. I guess that's why they never finish it.
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Another single serving friendship in the can.
We just dropped our new friend off at the airport and soon she will be back with her husband in Korea.
She has been married 2 years and told us she is very independent.
Married life has made her less independent so she took a solo trip to the USA to get her self-power on.
She picked Portland-town because she read we are weird here and won't diss her for expressing herself.
The first few days she took herself out to great food and drinks.
Then she got to know the clowns better. We hit it off (like we do).
We had a late night together playing cards with my daughter then this morning when I asked her what she planned to do today she said "Go with you I think."
I'm really impressed with her English.
It's a struggle around the clowns since we use lots of slang, jargon and double speak.
I was also impressed with her Spanish. Her nickname back home is "Lil Brujia". She has some Latinos in her neighborhood and she said Spanish words as well as I do.
Last night she asked me to translate her Spanish, Korean name into Scandinavian runes. That was funny.
L.B. went to our gig with us today, rocked out a bit and enjoyed the shops.
On the way home I pointed out a pot shop and told her that's where Marijuana is sold. Her eyes lit up. "I wanna try that. I wanna tell my husband I tried that he will be so jealous."
I was enjoying hearing her say the word Marijuana in perfect Spanish. As long as she kept talking I was happy to share. I rolled a joint and packed a bowl. I forgot she had zero backstory about how to puff out so I lit and handed over the doobie first.
She sat there drawing on it over and over. She never got the memo that you typically pass it after a few hits.
Then she just sat there puffing and experiencing.
Finally she passed it over, crushed and more than half over. The pipe was challenging too but she did it up like a champ.
We were worried that she could have a bad reaction so we were watching her carefully. She was fine. She liked the sensation and we liked that she finally got her political on. After the smoke sesh she was happy to talk about climate, global economy, our two countrys etc.
We talked so long she was almost late for the plane. We offered to take her to the airport.
As we got close to the airport she asked for the windows to be rolled down. She wanted to breathe as much clean Portland air as she could before she went home where the air is very contaminated (by China).
She also wanted to breathe in the last air of her vacation. She said she will never forget us. I asked her to name her children after us. Just then something in the road ahead burst into flames. Smoke was pouring over the road."Stop breathing in Portland. Roll the window back up quick!" Portland is ironic as well as weird.
Little Brujia showed no adverse effects from the ganja and made it to her gate on time.
We had a strong goodbye, goodluck to our single serving friend. Before she left she asked if her room was having guests tonight.
Olive "Yep, new single serving friends are already there by now."
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