Jul 16, 2006 18:11
Something happens when Colin and I get together. Regardless of where we are, we inevitably end up on some sort of wacky adventure, and his two weeks at St. Johns were no exception. From throwing a 90s Party full of mirth and macarena to drinking goon on the grass to winning whiskey to pilfering pillows from pubs, his time in Sydney was a series of off-the-cuff happenings consisting of equal parts laughter and insight. Not only did he meet most of the people who really made an impact on me in Australia, he became fast friends with many of them. I still suspect Colin and Emmy of hatching top-secret plans behind my back, and somewhere there is video evidence of his risque swing dancing with Penny.
With the help of Emmy, he once saved my life from a ring-tailed assassin and from falling into a radioactive puddle. There was even an episode involving hippoerotic jockeys riding invisible horses while being watched by fratastic voyeurs during Shabbat.
In the rare case when mystical journeys didn't come to us, Colin would deconstruct the Aussie cultural bric-a-brac until even receiving coins from a vending machine became an adventure. He once stared at the Queen Elizabeth II's profile on coins until she metamorphosed into a "hottie." This only works on coins before 1984 as he explained to me repeatedly. The odd thing is that he convinced me. I guess something just happens when Colin and get together.