Smoke Rings Rock

...And Bobby and I taught ourselves to blow smoke rings at the hookah bar last night. Also, there are containers of bubbles everywhere, which means you can blow smoke into bubbles. I don't know if it sounds cool, but it's freakin' sweet.

Yeah, Portland has a hookah bar now, who'd a thunk it? It's called The Purple Caterpillar, and it's quite purple and freaky. It's open really late, too, even on Sunday--we didn't get there until 12:30 AM, and we left around 1:45. For a while they were playing Pink Floyd, which worked well, but then the Rocky Horror Picture Show soundtrack came on and that reeeeally sucked. It's a sweet deal though, $10 for a pack, which could easily take care of about 6 people, as determined by Bob, Rus, and me after finishing one ourselves. When I went to one in NYC it was much more expensive, so that's cool, and those mugs treated me anyway, so can't complain. In summary: smoke rings and bubbles, good; The Purple Caterpillar, good; apricot tobacco, good; Rocky Horror, crap.

In fashion news, I bought a new wallet yesterday. $10 at TJ Maxx, can't beat it. And I was checked out (well, she was the check-out person...) by a chick who looked like Paris Hilton and had some foreign accent. I was totally smooth too. European Paris Hilton: "Will you give me your phone number?" Me: "Uhhhh, unlisted. (thinking only of my poor parents being hassled by telemarketers)" Yup, totally smooove, man.

Let's see, I got an email today from the IES program with a schedule that mostly tells about the first few weeks, but it's all in Deutsch, so I'll probably never read it. Just kidding, but I'll probably put it off for a while anyway. And finally, T-minus about 50 hours until I leave for the Land of Beer and Chocolate--wunderbar!