"Your tale, sir, could cure deafness."

Later today we are scheduled to see "The Tempest", Shakespeare's infamous story of a deposed duke, cast out for fifteen years on a lonely island, only to conjure up a terrible storm with his mighty magician's power to right those who wronged him. Sounds like it should be fun.

Right now, my roommate is sleeping like a corpse, and by that I mean he is resting as one would in a coffin. On his back, arms folded neatly on his chest. If he was a vampire, this would pretty much be his position if I found him in his tomb. I wish I had brought my camera cord, I could show you pictures. Reat easy though, when once I return to T-Town, I shall unveil DeadAdam.

Everybody always likes to bring back tales of 'little things' that people do in different parts of the world. Normal everyday stuff is pretty much the same, but as they say, the devil is in the details. I will explain. Canadian money is cooler than U.S. money. Wereas we just have pictures of dead presidents, theirs has quotes about growing up on the skating rink, and then actually having a hockey scene right on the money. Their coins are cooler as well. A $2 dollar coin? Awesome. A $2 dollar coin that looks like two coins in one? Awesome sauce.

I will say that, hmm, how should I put this? "Going number 2"? When doing the deed, restrooms up here (which are called washrooms) do not have toilet tissue in a roll, but instead in pre-measured tissues that pop out like an upside-down Kleenex box. That takes a little getting used to. All the New York kids mentioned while at the restaurant last night that "they say pop here!", as opposed to soda. Being from Oklahoma, I've heard both, so it was really no big deal. I wanted to bring up the fact that to us, it was all just "coke" anyway.

I will say this. Canadian's have no concept of the "whiskey sour". Without a doubt my favorite drink, and will usually order it when out with friends, but up here they just have no idea of what going into a whiskey sour. I would think it wasn't that hard. Whiskey. Sour mix. Ice. Serve in a rocks glass. Instead they give you Whiskey. Sweet mix. Ice. Served in a Tom Collins glass. And that's just wrong.

Naturally I realize that I am in fact just getting a small taste of Canada. I would hardly call visiting one town for two days certifying me as an expert of any kind. The people are nice, the town has that 'old' feel to it and it's a very enjoyable experience. We will head across the U.S. border around 9:30 - 10:00 tonight, and I was told that it would help if I had my birth certificate with me. Of course, I had no time to get that as my title of birth is in Ada, so in the event I get stalled up here, I might miss a few days of work. Hear that Ed? If I don't make it back by Thursday, call the president.