phillipetheotter

My housesitting gig this week promises to be pretty damned fun. I get to cast of the memories of growing up in a trailer in south Louisiana and pretend to be rich for once. I'm housesitting for a stockbroker, who also happens to own the vineyard that makes my favorite Oregon pinot noir. They have a huge house, with a full drum kit and and a hot tub. Even left me the keys to their damn BMW. They have some sort of insane satellite tv nonsense with 200 million channels of crap, but I don't really watch tv, so I imagine I'll spend most of my time rocking out on the drums and drinking wine in the hot tub, should anyone care to join me.

They're paying me in bottles of wine, mostly, and it is truly great stuff, so I'm thinking about hosting an SG: PDX wine tasting. Bust out the fondue set and all.

I won't be at my place for a few days, so hit me with an email should anyone need to get in touch with me.

I'm going to teach you all cajun. It's mostly a mix of bastardized English and medieval French, with the occasional Spanish thrown in.
Today's word is: tayout (tie-yoh, which means dog. Hound dog or hunting dog, specifically.