Midnight in the House of En

The House of En - so called because Ken, Jen, Sen and Shelden live there. Of course, this depends on me misspelling Sheldon and omitting the fact that Emma lives there (a horrible oversight as she is the most important person present). I'm proud of the fact that after a mere five days there I was getting lots of people to use the term independently of me.

Some highlights from my recent trip:

• Discovered how good Obus Forme mattresses can be to sleep on.
  
• Saw My Fair Lady with bognaustroglom, somejauntypolka and Mary-Ann (I'd ask that girl out in a heartbeat if I actually lived in Vancouver).
  
• Saw Enigma with bognaustroglom and zapgun4hire.
  
• Blocked Both bognaustroglom and whiggy_one's doors with yellow caution tape - you would to if you ever saw their rooms.

This was a strange (but very very enjoyable - I'd rate it a 6) trip that I didn't really intend to take. It all started after my last trip when wackynephews, wendy_licious and hadriel came up with a grand plan to go to Vancouver together. I was invited to join and we made plans to go in the last week of August. hadriel would have her buyout from Superstore and wendy_licious & wackynephews would be back from their trip to the states and desperate to avoid September.

Then the sale of wendy_licious & wackynephews's old house ran into a series of snags, and the checkup of hadriel's car suggested that a trip through the mountains was not the smartest idea. So they all bailed out on me, after I had bought my plane tickets. To be honest, I did want to go, and canceling the flight in favour of one in November was always an option. But it's only been two months since my last trip.

Paranoia was rearing it's ugly head again, "You're overstaying your welcome" it said and "How many times are they expected to entertain you anyway?" it would ask. Part of this is because I don't really do much of anything when I go to Vancouver and I find it a little astonishing that people apparently look forward to my visits. Someday I'll figure it out, and when I do, I'll kick that little self-esteem problem right in the ass!

The paranoia vanished soon after I landed in Vancouver. I was at the House of En when a stranger came over. His name was John and he was known to everyone there but myself. Saying hello to everyone else, he turned to me:

"Are you James?" He asked.
"Yes I am."
"You're famous" he said.

Confirming that I was famous and not infamous, I did the hoody hoo gesture. Why am I telling you this, well here's a little joke to shed some light on the subject:

An 80 year-old man went into the confessional and told the priest the following:

"Father, I am an 80 year-old man, I'm married, I have 4 children and 11 grandchildren. Last night I strayed and had an affair with two 18 year-old girls. We partied and made love all night long."

The priest said, "My son, when was the last time you were at confession?"

The old man said, "I have never been to confession, I'm Jewish."

The priest said, "Then why are you here telling me this?"

The old man said, "Father, I'm telling everyone!"