So, another week goes by in my American odyssey. It's almost like I live here, now.
This weekend, downtown Eugene was taken over by the Eugene Celebration. Celebrating precisely what, I'm not certain, but it's a good excuse to listen to a lot of free, live music, fuelled by a lot of food and drink, surrounded by a lot of hippies. I spent one night there with my lovely office-mates, and the next night with some undergrads I met a few weeks ago, two of whom were on E (not the person).
I think the only low point was when I managed somehow to spill curry on the inside of one of said hippies' shoes, while he was wearing them. He was keen for me to make it up to him by swapping shoes, until he saw mine.
In other news, my accent, for all its charms in certain quarters, continues to be a source of confusion in others. Particularly in my local supermarket. While excellent food stores do exist in Eugene, my local Red Apple, apparently staffed and patronised by extras from Deliverance, is not one of them.
It's fine for basics, but asking for something as recherche as tomato puree met only with confused stares. Naturally thinking that the more words I produced the better chance I had of being understood, I continued to describe tomato puree in various terms until the checkout girl said: "Oh...you mean...tomAYdo. In a...tube? No. No, we don't have that."
Ah well, I guess you can't have everything.
I thought I'd have to wait til Christmas to play a Low song, but it seems I've reached the point earlier than expected. Lovely song.
Song of the day (13)
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"Hippies' shoes"? What sort of hippie wears shoes? Should have been been in sandles! Sandles are designed for exactly that sort of curry incident.
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