Ah, Calgary. The Reginan in me holds a semi-grudging respect against you, and the Edmontonian in me holds you in a semi-respectful grudge. Still, there are worse places to end up after a three-hour drive.
It turns out that it wasn't the mountains I needed to see -- it was Chinatown. After eating sushi off my car's dashboard and downing mysterious canned beverages, my soul is at peace once again. Even better, I rolled over 150,000 km in Atanarjuat! Yay!
Unfortunately, those events were shadowed by the real highlight of my trip. It is not my intention to use this blog as a gossip column, but sometimes I have no choice... Yesterday, I learned that one of my friends is trying to replace all his cleaning products with a single brand of dish soap, which is easier on his skin. Fair enough, I thought, until he tried to use it on his toothbrush.
Dish soap. As toothpaste. Because it's softer on his skin.
And people wonder if I'm a fictional character.