The Unthinkable

On Monday I got Thom to promise, once he was drunk, to take me to this Friday's Clinton & Bush conversation in Toronto if for some reason his uncle couldn't use his ticket. And then the unthinkable happened. While enjoying some Spaghetti Nero at a cute place on College (to the left of Utopia) with Matt and my mother, Thom called and said his Uncle couldn't make it. So all I have to do is get him drunk before and after the event (more after), and the ticket is mine.

I once waited seven and a half hours outside of Indigo for Bill to sign my copy of My Life. The closest I got was seeing some old white guy stick out his arm to wave from a limousine with the windows almost completely rolled up. Somehow I think Bill has better things to do.

I also spent the latter-half of my second year listening to My Life in order to fall asleep. This reminds me to download Dreams of my Father and The Audacity of Hope. My Life is actually fantastic, until he becomes president. At that point I started falling asleep right away. It's just alot of "I tried to do this but the congress..." and "I would have done that (her) but Hillary..."

All of this is not to justify my worthiness of this ticket. I guess it's just what blogs can sometimes result in.

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