Wow, I’m only 40, and I guess I’m ready to die.
I’ve stayed a night in a monastery (in 8th grade as paart of a relgion class to see if we had a ‘vocation’–didn’t get felt up, dammit)
I’ve spent a night in jail (drunk and disorderly charge, locked up in Coconino County jail in Flagstaff, AZ, 1988)
I’ve lived in the bottom of the Grand Canyon (worked at Phantom Ranch from 1990 to 1993)
I’ve had a teaching job overseas (Korea from 1993 to 1999, with a brief stint in Hong Kong))
I’ve been to the Taj Mahal, the Great Wall (Simatai, much farther out than the reconstructed wall all the lazy tourists see in Badaling), the Golden Pavilion in Kyoto, and skinned my knee on the Pyramid of the Sun.
I have had sex on the riverfront in New Orleans.
I’ve also had sex with guys in London, Amsterdam, and Paris, and got picked up by a German tour guide in Yangshuo, China.
I’ve been on a TV quiz show (High Q on channel 3, Louisville, KY in 1978 and 1979)
I shook hands with Vincent Price when he did his Oscar Wilde show at my college.
I’ve found true love.
The only thing left undone is a trip to Egypt.