A revelation

So it turns out after more than 27 years I now like coffee. Not like loads but I can now drink it without feeling the urge to be sick in a bin. I tried an Iced Mocha at work today and it was pretty nice, then promptly tried a real coffee at the hostel and was surprisingly not repulsed. I hope this means that within 2 or 3 days I turn into some complete gibbering caffeine wreck. Good times.

Headed out to a fireworks display in English Bay yesterday which was something like 'the largest fireworks display in North America that is from barges' or something equally impressive-sounding but not really that impressive. And to be honest the fireworks were OK I guess but I'm not a fireworks person at the best of times and prefer Maddie's description of them as lights with noise. And it was ridiculously crowded. Like way more than it should be for some exploding colours. Still it was fun to pass the time working out how many homeless people could have been fed with the cost of each ooh and ahh.

Mad Phil (the Canadian conspiracy theorist) seems to have moved on to preach the message to the masses. But not before forcing Greg to watch a 9/11 Truths video on the internet and cornering me and asking what direction I felt the world was heading in. I resisted the temptation to say West on Davie Street and tried to engage in discussion but it became clear that I was viewed as part of the Rebel Alliance and a traitor.

Kudos to those who've voted for the regular diner, you know it makes sense. But some joker has said no?! Explain yourself.