  THE TOURIST!! U.S.A.! U.S.A.!! I neglected to bring a backpack for all of my crap, so I carried my belongings in a "Roots Canada" shopping bag. The sole American on Short Bus #3 (sans helmet) . All the Canadians laughed and applauded (i.e., jeered and heckled) as I boarded the bus bound for our company's Day of Fun in the foothills of the Canadian Rockies.
(Notice my shit-eating grin. ) My God, how embarrassing! (Note: Take a good gander at the Gap jean jacket that I've got tucked in the crook of my right elbow: it's the last time you or I will ever see it. I lost it somewhere along the journey and haven't seen it since. I think a Rocky Mountain Sherpa adopted it. ) Upon arriving at the ranch where our activities commenced (rafting, riding, golf, and yoga for the lazy), I discovered that my beloved digital camera wasn't working. Scott tried to fix it, to no avail. The afternoon before, I'd carelessly attempted to shove a new memory card into it and bent the pins.
Estimated repair cost = $115+. Hopefully, I'll get it back by tomorrow in time for my next adventure: traveling to New York on Thursday to visit my dear pal Theresa!
I'll only be there for three days but there are some NYC bloggers I'd like to meet: urlLink this person (who inspired my blog), urlLink this mensch (he adopted me as his surrogate big sister, urlLink this doll (a woman with toast issues), urlLink this one (can't watch VH1 without seeing his talking head on "Best Week Ever")... and urlLink this one (apparently, a fellow traveler on the Bipolar/ADD comedy circuit). 
