Sin City

I’m back from my trip to Sin City (also known as London, Ontario). I stayed in Nathan's dorm for four days. I don’t see how he lives there, surrounded by so many drunken, noisy infidels.

The highlights were talking with a 55-year-old businessman on the train about philosophy, finance and women, [anecdote removed] on Saturday night, listening to Iron Maiden’s “Charlotte the Harlot” and King Crimson’s “Thela Hun Ginjeet” repeatedly, watching Monty Python’s “The Meaning of Life”, sending prank e-mails, trying Thai food, and failing to meet Sekhmet twice. Overall, it was an amusing way to spend most of Reading Week.

Here’s a list of some of the best quotes:

• “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna rob you” – homeless guy, after we didn’t give him money
• “She said she’d buy you a [anecdote removed]? Wow, you better hang on to her” – Heather to Nathan
• “So, do you go to school here?” “No, I’m an engineer” – Me and Elena
• "You're not really drunk, or else you wouldn't be this coherent" – Laura, talking to me on the phone, while I was allegedly not "really drunk"

"Plus" equals "62"

Today I called my maternal grandfather to wish him happy birthday. Our conversation went something like this:

Me: “Happy birthday. How old are you turning, 20?”
Grandfather: “Yes, I’m turning twenty-plus. What that plus stands for is a mystery”.

He is wise.