So said the Iraqi soldiers in the film Three Kings after George Clooney and crew busted in on their little underground bunker, and so said I as we sped away from the U.S./Canada border after I was moderately interrogated by the border guards. I didn't think that I was that suspicious looking. But the odd thing is that the guard kept questioning my friend who was driving about me rather than asking me directly. And it wasn't like we were all being targeted, the guard specifically asked "what's the story with your friend in the back there?" and proceeded to grill my friend about me.

Either way, we had a great time. I will invoke the tired old clichés of "discretion is the better part of valor" and "there are some things best left unsaid" to protect the privacy of those involved. I will also say that I think my liver exploded somewhere on Crescent Street in Montreal, as we all drank extremely heavily -- suffice it to say the comment "uhh... you mean to say we've been drinking for 8 1/2 hours straight?" was made on Saturday night.

So. I'm back Stateside, and we now resume our regular programming. Carry on.