broken bread and an overstayed welcome

upon reflection, it really sounds like the beginning of a bad joke. so, an aussie and a canadian walk into a bar...okay, so it wasn't a bar, it was the official bruncherie of choice for the slope rats. but the aussie and the canadian were there.

and under NO CIRCUMSTANCES is the canadian allowed to return.

this is the conclusion i came to around nine o'clock last night when he was still out and about with roos and myself, just barely winding up a monologue which had been going since somewhere around four. topics covered included: canada (naturally), his ten-year plan for marriage and kids, his obsessive need to work out twice a day (and maintain a strict diet--after all he's "lost eighteen pounds of fat in the last few months"!), his desire for hair transplants and liposuction...oy. tedious does not quite begin to cover it.

the funny part about the whole thing is that he was (as far as i could tell) the running favorite of my compatriots for the duration of the meal (from what i saw, the aussie was being a bit quiet), charmed the socks off of them. and i admit, i was charmed as well. because he's a very smart cookie. has much stuff of great interest to say. does great accents. definitely funny at times.

he just doesn't quite seem to grasp the subsection of the social etiquette handbook that says "subtlety and/or moderation is occasionally appropriate, particularly at the beginning of a relationship." so, while i don't write him off entirely as a human being or anything, the canadian is no longer welcome at my table.

though all the other newbies (three of 'em!) who attended *are*, at least as far as i'm concerned (this means you, aussie, colorado roommate and PA commuter)...

love my institution, i do. and i feel rather guilty for being the one to introduce the wild variable. even though this particular detail did not become clear until well after the fact.

ah, well. onward! upward! into the abyss!