Number one: A friend sent me a postcard from his vacation in Panama. It had the usual girls in thongs on the photo side, and maybe that put my mind in porn-mode, but when he referred to “multiple fisting” on the writing side, it took me a minute to figure out that he was at a resort with free drinks. I’m pretty sure that’s what he was talking about. Pretty sure.
Number two: We’re at the resource centre, and Smaak says he’s going to the bathroom. We wish him luck and carry on with whatever we’re doing. A while later he’s back. “It’s all good?” I ask, not looking up. “You know, if it burns right” is the reply. I make a non-committal grunt as I process the comment, and slowly look up. It turns out he also bought a blank CD while he was out, and he was unwrapping it. We’re pretty sure that’s what he was talking about. Pretty sure.