That's me on the right, smelling the roses. We marveled at all the names for the roses: Sexy Rexy, Yesterday, Passionate Kisses and what each smells like. Starry Night, for instance, smelled faintly of vanilla. And, while Rosie O'Donell doesn't really smell at all, Barbra Striesand smells quite heady and pungent. I showed Shelley and Zoe the award winning roses for their birth years. They were born the year of Pristine, 1979 (slightly violet and milky). I was born the year of Love, 1980 (Red with slightly lighter edges, lightly fragrant). Zoe thought it would be funny if I was Pristine Christine.
Then we ate lunch at the 21st Ave Bar and Grill to the sound of some apartment dweller's soundtrack of Ween then Weezer then who knows. Nice patio.
We walked up NW Johnson past the first place I ever lived in Portland. It still looks perfect. We went on a sample mission. First Kiehls: purchased two tubes of Lip Balm #1 between us and scored at least 4 samples. Then Lush: two purchases and I think about 6 samples. Further South on 23rd we were lured into a novelty shop by a lamp with a penis switch lacking any lurid quality; could have been child's furnishing. No samples, and by the end of shop three, we were shopped out.
Good day.
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