Just got up, having coffee at 10:pm. We did an early morning balloon delivery to an adorable 3 y.o. (Gift from his P's) He was blown away having O&D in his house.
He usually sits silently at the shows and then talks about us all week. Then we did a show at a cake shop and went home.
Jan. and Feb are the leanest months for us so we never have any scratch for valentines fun so we did the cheap route. All day snoozing and cuddle-puddle.
Olive is frikkin beaming. It's all she wanted in the first place. She keeps thanking me but I'm the one who is grateful.
She's cartoonishly fine and really good at making me offers I can't refuse.
In the dark haze I kept seeing us as paintings. She looks like a Frank Frazetta character and I look like the Squidbillies.
We could have had some cash this month.
We got asked to do a gig 4 hours drive away. Some hundreds for a 45 min. show. We thought "Do we want money more than we don't want to pollute the air with car for 8 hr.s?" Nope.
So we spent the day barely conscious rolling around in sensual town. We have always had a very tactile relationship but I'm a high functioning hyper active person who only ever sleeps about 5 hr.s a night. I get uncomfortable spending lots of time proned out.
Olive is the cuddliest buggle ever so reclining is in her wheelhouse. I hear our houseguest today is a German engineer who is soaking up some Portland before heading out into the countryside to work on wind turbines.
Maybe if we befriend him he will let us up in one of those things. That is if it's not too far to drive. I would find it romantic to go to the top of one of those things and make out while throwing full beers at the ground(with attached Gopro) and eating milkduds.
I'm romantic like that.
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