This afternoon as I was walking toward the Community Cycling Center, I guy I'd never met before struck up a conversation with me and asked me if I knew where to get any, I believe his words were, medicinal herbs of the combustible variety
. I told him I wasn't into that stuff, and wished him luck.
Is there something about a long-haired, barefoot, skirt-wearing guy who needs a shave walking down Alberta Street that makes people think "I bet this guy knows where to get drugs"? Well, yeah, I guess there is. Curious that this sort of thing has never happened to me before.
Yesterday I went roller skating for the second week in a row, and the third time in the last decade. It was great. I was overconfident and I fell on my ass twice. I think next week I'm going to buy my own pair of skates. Kenny says the rink sells them, and they'll let me try them out for an evening before buying.
Tonight, for some reason, I feel like going to both juggling club and tango dancing, even though I haven't been to the former in almost a year, or the latter in months, and I've told a lot of people that I'm tired of both activities. Hmm, maybe this is a sign that my vacation is almost over and I'm trying to pack in the entertainment? Or maybe it's a sign that I've been on vacation for long enough that I'm not lethargic anymore. I'm going to hope it's the latter, and that I can keep it up even after the new job starts.
Course, maybe after juggling I will be too tired to tango, but it's worth a shot.