Well, I brought some grass home, but it was in the vodka and was the bison variety. I'm back. Uneventful drive. Guy at the border asked me what my citizenship was TWICE. Shoulda made something up the second time, but I remembered what I said the first time.
Bought a jacket in Asia-town and felt just like I was back in Korea. Probably paid too much, but it's a nice jacket made from real Canadian ducks and has a maple leaf label and everything. Had Indian food for dinner last night and Rick bought me a wad of that stuff you stick in your cheek - "paaaam" or something. Kept saying "For f*ck's sake DON'T CHEW IT OR YOU'LL DIE INSTANTLY!" I don't know what I ate, but it was all wonderful. Except for the orange desert stuff which was pretty much solidified porridge. Mango pickles rule!
Didn't buy any instruments, but had fun playing a loud (I think that's what it was) and a quattro. Oh - and the Laskin flamenco/classical guitar was great but a little out of my price range.
Watched Spartacus last night - the restored version with that scene where Tony Curtis is rubbing oil on Olivier while Olivier is talking about how much he likes both oysters AND snails. Hoo-boy - gotta love that single entendre stuff.
Learned that people (me, mostly) are pretty similar to cats except we've learned to operate doorknobs. I ate. I slept. I went in. I went out. World's most exciting house guest.