small world

i was out the other night and i ran into this guy i (sort of) know. i'll call him "j". he's a local artist/metal worker, and he does all the cool stainless steel ninkasi tap handles (see last picture in this post, or even better, go find a bar with ninkasi on tap). so j came up to me and said "i slept in your house the other night."
"yeah?" (dumbly, thinking to myself "how did i miss that?")
"on 18th."
"yeah?" (again. still confused. our house is on 18th here just like it was in portland.)
"in portland."
"oh...oh! my little pink house! :)" (as the blank stare finally dissolved.)

it turns out he knows the people who bought the house, and he was up visiting and somehow found out from them that the guy who lived there before went to eugene to brew, and realized it was matt. so i started asking him all about the house, like did they keep the crazy paint colors i'd put up in there (yes), do they like it (love it), and have they changed much (they put in one of those bow-shaped shower curtain rods that make it seem like your shower is much bigger than it actually is...we had one in our hotel in denver).

then he asked me, rather cryptically, if i had left anything (i can't remember the word he used...something like important? or interesting?) behind. i told him about the grill we had to leave because matt and troy forgot to put it in the moving van. and yes, in matt's defense, i was in las vegas at the time and unavailable to put anything in the moving van. but i remembered we told wendi and john they could have it if they came to pick it up.

so matt told him about the case of beer otis buried in the yard. one day when we got home from work we found otis sitting in the back yard, surrounded by shredded cardboard and a few bottles of widmer hefeweizen, covered in mud and wagging his tail gleefully. he'd dragged a case of beer out of the garage into the back yard, tore it up, and buried it. for a while after that we'd randomly find a bottle here or there sticking up out of the dirt. we never found the whole case. but that wasn't it.

i told him about the dog skull i dug up when i first moved in. i was tearing up grass to put in my veggie garden, and all of a sudden i hit this crunchy thing. i pulled it up with the shovel, saw that it was a dog skull, freaked out and threw it in the bushes. later on, wendi came over and chased me around the yard with it while i shrieked like a 5-year-old. i eventually made jenny deal with it because i was too creeped out to touch it. i wondered if these poor people had dug up the rest of the dog. that wasn't it, either. any ideas? you get three guesses.

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itwasaGUN!! the whole time i lived there, there was this GUN, wrapped up in a sheet and hidden in the insulation in the attic! so there you go. i guess you really can't know everything about anything, not even what all is in your own home.