October 14, 2007

• So for those lovely young ladies from Canada who checked out my Xanga site and were a bit worried about this bloke from America, I hope this post puts to rest your fears.

  I (pause for dramatic effect) can (another pause) not (what, or wait, yet again, we pause for effect) believe (guess what this is) how (yes, one more, this is really dramatic) much (I would not kid you about this folks) fun (still not kidding, I really mean it) I (not through yet, more drama) had . . . (normal pause) IN CANADA today.

  I am pleasantly surprised that no one killed me, now I tell you what, there are those who wanted to by the end of the night, but they didn’t. And this boy did not leave the dance floor all night long!!!

  Now I am going to tell you that while there was fancy foot work involved, I didn’t even dance one step.

  I decided that the two lovebirds needed a second by second account of the entire evening. I took close to 3000 pics, of course I guess only about 250 will be REAL good, 250 good, and 500 useable, and maybe another 500 could have a use if a specific purpose came about. My flash compartment was so hot it nearly burnt me.

  So much to say and not nearly enough words to say it.

  Of course I exaggerate, just a bit, I may have taken closer to 2500 pics, and there are plenty of words, but you would not stick around to read them, so I won’t bore you. I will post some pics at an “as of yet, unspecified time”, or at least that is my intent.

  Do you know how much God loves me, I found a bottle of “Glenlivet, single malt scotch, 18 year.” I am imbibing it as we speak, er type, not the whole thing, just sipping on a glass, and no one brought up the french in a defensive way all day, saw a large number of good friends, and am staying at a hotel with one of them tonight. And I tell you what, life . . . is . . . good.

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