Yes, the April 1st blog entry was a wonderful piece of creative writing that took my two little cousins (and who knows how many others) for saps. Though that was the extent of my international tom-foolery, I was only beginning on the local scene.

After getting the ball rolling with the blog at 2am, I went to work on the home front. Jan had been asleep for a couple hours already so I knew the coast was clear. Instead of telling you what I set up, let me recount Jan’s morning the next day:

The plan was to meet Sophie and go to Ikea. Jan’s metro card was mysteriously not accepted at the entrance of the metro. She then realized that this was because there was a mysterious piece of Scotch tape on the back of her ticket covering the magnetic strip that read “April Fool’s”. She went downtown to their arranged meeting point and, when she attempted to call Sophie, Jan was distracted by a mysterious photo of a topless Brad Pitt that has somehow integrated itself into the back of her mobile phone. They made some domestic purchases at Ikea and, when Jan attempted to pay at the checkout, found a mysterious handful of pasta in her change purse. Jan then went home and, when she got to the front door, found her keys all mysteriously taped together. Lucky for our hero, Jan has a decent sense of humor.

To top the day off, I told my friend Jonathan that, in a feat of physics-defying magic, I could attach a glass of water to the wall by using only two bottle caps. I pressed the glass high against the wall, wiggled the bottle caps around the glass for a bit, then clumsily dropped one of them by mistake(?). I asked Jonathan if he would please retrieve the necessary bottle cap from the floor so I could show him the rest of the trick. He bent down and thus received a refreshing splash of water on his head. Jonathan does not posess the highly developed sense of humor that Jan possesses, so our hero soon found himself being held against his will under the kitchen faucet.