Monday, May 30, 2011
I'm still tired and footsore after a mini-vacation on the Canadian side of Niagara Falls. Though still too exhausted to write very much, I will say this: the Canadian border guard was polite, though obviously bored. The American guard was a bigger dick than the one which launched John Holmes' career. I'm honestly amazed that in America, in the Year Of Someone Else's Lord 2011, the fact that I am unmarried -- or rather, the fact that I crossed the border with a man whose last name differs from my own -- is enough to warrant Extra Questions. Good thing my boyfriend is not the stereotypical "forgetful male"; I shudder to think what would have happened had he not been able to answer the question "When is her birthday?"