Damn. I hate telling on myself. Joe.My.God. brought up some thoughts and I suppose I might as well come clean. I have no culture in my bones.
I've already admitted that I have lived* in some great places.
Houston. London. Amsterdam. Alexandria. Dakar. Lagos. St. John's (Newfoundland).
In addition, I've been to or visited many others. Copenhagen. Dublin. Frankfurt. Hamburg. Munich. Berlin. Edinburgh. Barcelona. Madrid. Cairo. Malta. Casablanca. Capetown. Rio de Janiero. Port-of-Spain (Trinidad & Tobago). There are more, but you get the drift.
The only museums I have ever been to were the National Museum of Egypt in Cairo and Goree Island in Senegal. That's it.
I am just not a museum kind of guy. I'll be the first to tell you that the National Museum in Cairo was very, very interesting. I went by myself and stayed for 2 hours, checking out all the mummies and other bits and pieces. I would even do it again because I know I didn't see a lot the first time around. Goree Island (Senegal) is the place that future slaves were imprisoned before sailing across the Atlantic Ocean in the 18th and 19th centuries.
All those other cities with great museums -- not once. It was always more important to drink. Most museums have some bars and pubs nearby. I know them quite well. I have not travelled since I stopped drinking, so I remain un-museumed. But that's just an excuse because Houston has some wonderful museums, about 1 mile from my home.
So, now you know.
I don't do Broadway shows or operas either. What happened to me?
Am I really a fag?
* for clarity, my definition of living in a place is spending over 4 consecutive months there, since I was always travelling