PS I still haven't slept
The "Weird People I Meet On The Bus" Saga continues...
This past day, Friday, it was a struggle for me to maintain even brief and temporary lucidity (and here I am really stretching the definition of lucidity), like trying to pin down some sweet fragrance whose scent was just caught in a breeze then blown away, or perhaps like trying to find that warm patch of water when you're at the beach... uhhh, that comforting warmth is just caused by the sun's rays, right? Oh God, why is the water yellow?!?!
Anyway, I had absolutely no sleep the night before due to prior engagements. As the sleep-deprivation sipped like an undertow at my lucidity, I caught a bus at Laurier to head home.
As is my custom, I went to the back of the bus to take a seat (please refrain from making racist jokes, but feel free to think them if you so choose). The only other guy at the very back bench was wearing dark Ray-Ban style sunglasses and a baseball cap so I couldn't really make out his features. I have this feeling that on his clothes there were tacky bright colours, too. In essence, he had the appearance of a cyclist.
As I took my seat along the back bench he said hi or nodded at me or performed some other form of acknowledgement like that. Shortly thereafter he began talking to me, asking what was going on tonight, if I had plans, etc.
So he ends up inviting me to some art show, then to "a small rave" (his words) afterward, which was like an after-party for the artists. And also he mentioned some readings that would be happening on Sunday, somewhere.
Okay, okay... now you're probably thinking, "Andrew, this guy actually seems pretty friendly and cool. How can this possibly be a suitable follow-up to that fat, obsessively-repetitive woman?"
Well, dear reader, my reply to such an inquiry is that NO PERSON WILL EVER COMPARE IN HILARITY AND CRAZINESS TO THAT WOMAN.
Aside from that, let me get to the strange part. The guy hands me a free admission pass into the reading he told me about, then he tells me to call him around 6:00, because he and his girlfriend are going to be at the art show and the after-party. So he pulls out a pen and gives me his number. We talk about music a bit, but he gets off the bus fairly soon.
Weird shit.
But I made plans with Mark instead. I was sort of apprehensive about this shady character.
(N.B. I just performed some quick research, and this is what the art show was: The Contemporary Art Forum, Kitchener and Area (CAFKA) looks great)
So I think that either
a) I missed out on a cool art show, and a cool after-party
b) I missed out on a cool art show, and a threesome with this dude and his girlfriend
or c) I missed out on a cool art show, and being given GHB (aka the date-rape drug) at some shitty rave and being raped by this guy
Good night Kanada.
PS I still haven't slept