Last night's dream:
Raffi was in town for some reason or other and I was assigned the job of being his chaperone and tour guide. So the first thing I did was take him to the Princess Rooms. On our way, we passed 668 Powell and he told me that he used to live there. When I looked surprised, he explained that he wasn't "crazy" and that he lived on the NHS side when it first opened.
I was rehearsing how I would introduce him to my colleagues and I said out loud, "so this is Raffi, and he's Turkish." Raffi got really upset and reminded me that he was Armenian. I felt pretty bad after that.
Then we showed up at a Triage party and I showed Raffi around. Alanna was there and she was really trashed. I thought she and everyone else would already know Raffi but he told me that he was only popular in Ontario, which I found disappointing. Alanna was really rude to him and kept making fun of his beard. I thought Raffi would get offended and want to leave but instead he proceeded to get really drunk with Alanna and do embarrassing things like run around with his shirt off and tied around his head.
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Also only popular in Ontario: The Cucumber Club.
It seems that art and reality do not always walk hand in hand along a common path.
J.
oh.... you just totally destroyed my childhood vision of Raffi. how will I ever listen to baby beluga without picturing him shirtless and drunk?
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