We had a gathering at Janelle's place for a night of social drinking. Kyle, my QBF, had made a stop-over to Sawbucks to pick up a 750ml bottle of Crown Royal beforehand, with a formidable challenge that he was going to finish the entire bottle by the night's end.
Filling up a cordial glass of Crown Royal, he hook his first swig and downed it as if it was water. Then the burning sensation hit him hard and I think he had a chaser to alleviate the pain. As it turned out, he had NEVER had Crown Royal before and only bought it because his co-workers (I'm guessing that they'd be much older guys in the lumber yard) told him that it was pretty good. When he realised that it wasn't as good as it cracked up to be, he tried mixing his drink with Sprite, 7Up, and Piña Coladas, but no amount of dilution satisfied him as the pungent taste of Crown Royal was still there.
Surprisingly, he managed to consume 1/3 of the bottle before he called it quits and fell all over me on the sofa, drunk and reeking of alcohol like a bum on the street.
Kyle, Janelle, Aaron, and I, flopped out on the sofa after consuming enough drinks, began watching "Nightmare Before Christmas" on the idiot box. Given that it was nearly two in the morning, we didn't get very far into the movie. Janelle offered us a comfortable bed in the guest room upstairs, but I kept my QBF company instead as he was in no shape to crawl off the sofa, let alone walk up a flight of stairs.
I slept in peace with Kyle's soothing rhythm as he inhaled and exhaled, breathing down his warm whisky breath on my right cheek...
Jun 30, 2006
Jun 25, 2006
Bon Voyage, Victoria.
The gift opening was at Mr. and Mrs. Borgoyne's waterfront residence down at Lands End. Sitting around the newly weds in the living room, we watched them unwrap and open the gifts like anxious kids sitting around the Christmas tree on Christmas day. On close observation, I found out who bought the first four Denby dinner plates, and who bought the two other plates after them. I was going to get the remaining four plates on the HBC gift registry but I waited until the day before taking off to Victoria at which point there were only two plates left to get.
Jay and I took off late afternoon with an ambitious goal to drive to Port Renfrew, but given that we had the Ford Escape to return and a ferry to catch by 2100, we only made it out to Sooke. We got to a beach and walked across the embankment. We lost track of time during our conversation, in which we learned more about our backgrounds, that we had to sprint back to the SUV and meander around slow moving vehicles on the single lane road back up to Sydney.
We didn't think we were going to make it. I didn't mind spending another night on the island and catching the early morning ferry, but Jay didn't share the same enthusiasm. We gassed up, drove super fast on Highway 17 to the airport, hopped into the cab, and made it out to the ferry terminal a few minutes before 2100. The rush wasn't over yet, however. A double-decker bus had just begun unloading it's passengers and a long line of people wanting to get their ferry ticket was forming which spilled out onto the streets. Jay in panic mode, still not sure if we could board the 2100 sailing, was hoping for the best. Of course, we were behind a group of obnoxious little Charlenes' who couldn't organise themselves to have one person buy the ticket for the whole group. No, rather, each fucking twat had to buy her own ticket individually, costing us valuable time with each transaction. Fortunately, we made it to the ticket counter and boarded the ferry before the wire.
More fortune was bestowed on us after getting off the Ferry at the Tsawwassen ferry terminal as we were able to find a comfortable seat on the long articulated bus. This bus was the last one out for the night and it filled up very quickly. People were pressed against each other to fit as many people in, but alas, there were those who were left behind at the stop. How sad.
What a great weekend I had.
Jay and I took off late afternoon with an ambitious goal to drive to Port Renfrew, but given that we had the Ford Escape to return and a ferry to catch by 2100, we only made it out to Sooke. We got to a beach and walked across the embankment. We lost track of time during our conversation, in which we learned more about our backgrounds, that we had to sprint back to the SUV and meander around slow moving vehicles on the single lane road back up to Sydney.
We didn't think we were going to make it. I didn't mind spending another night on the island and catching the early morning ferry, but Jay didn't share the same enthusiasm. We gassed up, drove super fast on Highway 17 to the airport, hopped into the cab, and made it out to the ferry terminal a few minutes before 2100. The rush wasn't over yet, however. A double-decker bus had just begun unloading it's passengers and a long line of people wanting to get their ferry ticket was forming which spilled out onto the streets. Jay in panic mode, still not sure if we could board the 2100 sailing, was hoping for the best. Of course, we were behind a group of obnoxious little Charlenes' who couldn't organise themselves to have one person buy the ticket for the whole group. No, rather, each fucking twat had to buy her own ticket individually, costing us valuable time with each transaction. Fortunately, we made it to the ticket counter and boarded the ferry before the wire.
More fortune was bestowed on us after getting off the Ferry at the Tsawwassen ferry terminal as we were able to find a comfortable seat on the long articulated bus. This bus was the last one out for the night and it filled up very quickly. People were pressed against each other to fit as many people in, but alas, there were those who were left behind at the stop. How sad.
What a great weekend I had.
Jun 24, 2006
The Newlyweds.
Zee (Lindsey) made scrambled eggs for breakfast which was really quite impressive. His roommate Sheri and her friend Lee joined us for breakfast where I got to introduce myself and participate in small talk. Promptly after having a shower, Zee took me out to the farmer's market a few blocks away where there were merchants vending everything from organic produce, bath soaps, to arts and crafts. I was hoping to find a magnetic bracelet there but not finding one, I bought a lavender lemonade freezee instead. I've got to have another one.
Coincidentally, Victoria was having its pride festival which begun with "Queers on Bikes" today, so Zee, Sheri, and Lee all took part in it. I would have loved to go with them, but the wedding took precedence. It was the "Big Day" for Jamie and James, so I went to see them at their suite at Traveller's Inn. Jay was already there with Amber, the brides' maid, observing them doing their hair, doing their makeup, and putting on the gown and tux. James asked me if I could be the casual photographer, and I gladly took responsibility.
I drove the groom to the Royal Conservatory Hall in my shiny new black Ford F-150 and settled myself inside the hall. The place was magnificently beautiful, highlighted by its massive brass organ tubes along the wall and by the way the sun shone through the stained-glass windows. The place was also very acoustically sound that a sound of a pin drop would probably reverberate ten-fold. I had to take this into consideration when I went up to the balcony with the SLR camera to take a birds-eye view of the wedding procession.
Friends and families, including Norman and Tanya, filled the benches and the time for the main event was drawing near. Minutes passed, however, and still no sign of the bride, the bridesmaid, or Jay, the chauffeur. With every minute of absence, a sense of panic and concern became more apparent on the everyone's faces. James' parents were agitated when the minister revealed that there was another wedding ceremony booked soon after. Even James and Luke, the best man, came out to the front steps wondering where they could be. Everyone was suspended in drama, and me and my mobile phone was the only line of hope. Dialling Jay's mobile number, I got his voicemail. I left a long message, a distress call if you will. Had they lost their way?
But just then, my mobile started vibrating in my hands and the face of Jay appeared on screen. "They're on their way!" I said to the people standing in my vicinity which was followed by a collective sigh of relief.
The beige Ford Escape was now in sight and Jay was the first to hop out to open the door for the bride in the back. Everyone else ran back to the hall to take their places. From out of the chariot, the magnificently beautiful Jamie in her stunningly gorgeous dress and hair emerged, followed by Amber, the bridesmaid.
I went buzzing around snapping pictures.
We moved on to Beacon Hill Park for more photographs of the newly weds. According to Luke, this park, in particular, where there's a sundial surrounded by blooming flowers, is the most photographed place for weddings. It was scorching out, which was made more unbearable by the fact that we were still all in our formal wear.
The reception dinner was held at a beach-front restaurant to which I can't remember the name of. It was called McGavins I think, but I can't be sure. Instead of clinking our wine glasses to get the bride and groom to kiss, a new rule was brought forth in which we had to tell a good story involving the bride and/or groom for all to hear AND it had to be a clean one. A hilarious story about James and Luke chasing sheep up a hill was told and got the audience chuckling. Tanya, sitting at our table, had a more risqué story to tell and we were egging her on to tell it. After downing another alcoholic drink, she went up to the podium and recounted the time she had invited Jamie and James to her group orgy party on April fools, catching them off guard. This got the crowd laughing, though there must have been some people none too pleased among us. The punch line was when Tanya reiterated what Jamie had said to her group orgy eVite: "I don't know what to wear!" What a gas.
I got back to my host late at night after circling around the neighbourhood lost without a map. Zee had to work a double shift tomorrow and couldn't see me off so it was goodnight and adieu time. The towering giant had to bend down to give me a hug, which I thought was funny. Makes me look like a dwarf! He was a great host and I wish I could have spent more time with him to get to know him better. Perhaps we'll meet again at the Tofino camping trip in August.
Coincidentally, Victoria was having its pride festival which begun with "Queers on Bikes" today, so Zee, Sheri, and Lee all took part in it. I would have loved to go with them, but the wedding took precedence. It was the "Big Day" for Jamie and James, so I went to see them at their suite at Traveller's Inn. Jay was already there with Amber, the brides' maid, observing them doing their hair, doing their makeup, and putting on the gown and tux. James asked me if I could be the casual photographer, and I gladly took responsibility.
I drove the groom to the Royal Conservatory Hall in my shiny new black Ford F-150 and settled myself inside the hall. The place was magnificently beautiful, highlighted by its massive brass organ tubes along the wall and by the way the sun shone through the stained-glass windows. The place was also very acoustically sound that a sound of a pin drop would probably reverberate ten-fold. I had to take this into consideration when I went up to the balcony with the SLR camera to take a birds-eye view of the wedding procession.
Friends and families, including Norman and Tanya, filled the benches and the time for the main event was drawing near. Minutes passed, however, and still no sign of the bride, the bridesmaid, or Jay, the chauffeur. With every minute of absence, a sense of panic and concern became more apparent on the everyone's faces. James' parents were agitated when the minister revealed that there was another wedding ceremony booked soon after. Even James and Luke, the best man, came out to the front steps wondering where they could be. Everyone was suspended in drama, and me and my mobile phone was the only line of hope. Dialling Jay's mobile number, I got his voicemail. I left a long message, a distress call if you will. Had they lost their way?
But just then, my mobile started vibrating in my hands and the face of Jay appeared on screen. "They're on their way!" I said to the people standing in my vicinity which was followed by a collective sigh of relief.
The beige Ford Escape was now in sight and Jay was the first to hop out to open the door for the bride in the back. Everyone else ran back to the hall to take their places. From out of the chariot, the magnificently beautiful Jamie in her stunningly gorgeous dress and hair emerged, followed by Amber, the bridesmaid.
I went buzzing around snapping pictures.
We moved on to Beacon Hill Park for more photographs of the newly weds. According to Luke, this park, in particular, where there's a sundial surrounded by blooming flowers, is the most photographed place for weddings. It was scorching out, which was made more unbearable by the fact that we were still all in our formal wear.
The reception dinner was held at a beach-front restaurant to which I can't remember the name of. It was called McGavins I think, but I can't be sure. Instead of clinking our wine glasses to get the bride and groom to kiss, a new rule was brought forth in which we had to tell a good story involving the bride and/or groom for all to hear AND it had to be a clean one. A hilarious story about James and Luke chasing sheep up a hill was told and got the audience chuckling. Tanya, sitting at our table, had a more risqué story to tell and we were egging her on to tell it. After downing another alcoholic drink, she went up to the podium and recounted the time she had invited Jamie and James to her group orgy party on April fools, catching them off guard. This got the crowd laughing, though there must have been some people none too pleased among us. The punch line was when Tanya reiterated what Jamie had said to her group orgy eVite: "I don't know what to wear!" What a gas.
I got back to my host late at night after circling around the neighbourhood lost without a map. Zee had to work a double shift tomorrow and couldn't see me off so it was goodnight and adieu time. The towering giant had to bend down to give me a hug, which I thought was funny. Makes me look like a dwarf! He was a great host and I wish I could have spent more time with him to get to know him better. Perhaps we'll meet again at the Tofino camping trip in August.
Jun 23, 2006
Hello Victoria!
Jay and I met up at the Tsawwassen ferry terminal this afternoon and boarded the 1500 sailing together. It was nice out so we stayed outside on the top deck looking out to the waters as the ferry meandered through islands to Swartz Bay. It was apparent that Jay was enjoying this ferry trip as he was dancing to the tune of Celtic music performed by the quartet on deck, which they also drew a small crowd. In support for local artists and musicians, Jay even bought their album.
Arriving at the Swartz Bay ferry terminal, Jay called Hertz rental to shuttle us from the ferry terminal to the airport, a complimentary service offered by Hertz as stated on the web site, but that's where we encountered our first problem. According to the representative on the other end of the line, they offered no such service, so we had to shell out $20 out of our own pockets just so that we could pick up our rental vehicles. Although we had scored a great rate of $20 and $25 per day respectively on priceline.com (as opposed to the $45/day posted price) we were still livid. Upon arriving that the Hertz rental counter, Jay pressed for an explanation to this discrepancy and demanded compensation for the cost of the taxi fare. That's when I realised just how much Jay drove a hard bargain, refusing to take no for an answer. If we weren't so civilised, this could have turned into a brawl. I stood beside him envisioning us climbing over the counter fighting tooth and nail with the Hertz rental weenies on the other side, throwing punches, strangling necks, screaming and yelling, wearing angry expressions on our faces, and somehow, getting into a pillow fight with goose down flying all over the place. All in slow motion, of course.
Snapping back to reality, Jay was able to get some credit towards his next rental at Hertz and upgrade his compact to a Ford Escape at no extra cost.
We made it to the rehearsal dinner, albeit a little late, where we had reunited with the Jamie and James (the bride and groom to be) and their friends and family at the Maple Palace Chinese Restaurant in Sidney.
Back at the Hertz rental counter, it was now my turn to pick up my vehicle. It was, at this point, closer to 2100 and by this time, the compact/economy car I had requested were all gone, so they had to upgrade me to a 2006 Ford F-150 instead, at no extra cost. With the same representative Jay had to deal with, I was able to haggle with him and walk away with a coupon booklet of valuable discounts towards my next rental after making a stink about the taxi fiasco and how this ginormous gas-guzzling Ford F-150 would set me back. Inside, however, I was pleased with the complimentary upgrade and looked forward to driving this black monstrosity instead of the Hyundai Accent or a Ford Focus that I would have got if I came earlier.
At this point, I contacted Lindsey Fraser, my CouchSurfing host who generously offered to put me up for a few nights, and made arrangements to meet up. Towering over me at 6'6", Lindsey was a friendly giant with a big heart. After dropping my things off, we went out for tea at a nearby cafe and talked about personal interests such as hobbies, music, and movies. It was when we were walking to the 'big rock' lookout point that I had discovered that he too had seen "Me and You and Everyone We Know" and loved it as much as I did!
With our tea in hand, we had finally reached this rock he was so eager to take me to and climbed it to see the dominions below. This viewpoint offered a spectacular 360º view of the geographical regions of Victoria, including the parliament buildings, the downtown core, the Craigdarroch Castle, Oak Bay, and Saanich. Looking above at the night sky, this peak also provided a magnificent view of the constellations twinkling above. Talk about enjoying the simple pleasures of life.
Arriving at the Swartz Bay ferry terminal, Jay called Hertz rental to shuttle us from the ferry terminal to the airport, a complimentary service offered by Hertz as stated on the web site, but that's where we encountered our first problem. According to the representative on the other end of the line, they offered no such service, so we had to shell out $20 out of our own pockets just so that we could pick up our rental vehicles. Although we had scored a great rate of $20 and $25 per day respectively on priceline.com (as opposed to the $45/day posted price) we were still livid. Upon arriving that the Hertz rental counter, Jay pressed for an explanation to this discrepancy and demanded compensation for the cost of the taxi fare. That's when I realised just how much Jay drove a hard bargain, refusing to take no for an answer. If we weren't so civilised, this could have turned into a brawl. I stood beside him envisioning us climbing over the counter fighting tooth and nail with the Hertz rental weenies on the other side, throwing punches, strangling necks, screaming and yelling, wearing angry expressions on our faces, and somehow, getting into a pillow fight with goose down flying all over the place. All in slow motion, of course.
Snapping back to reality, Jay was able to get some credit towards his next rental at Hertz and upgrade his compact to a Ford Escape at no extra cost.
We made it to the rehearsal dinner, albeit a little late, where we had reunited with the Jamie and James (the bride and groom to be) and their friends and family at the Maple Palace Chinese Restaurant in Sidney.
Back at the Hertz rental counter, it was now my turn to pick up my vehicle. It was, at this point, closer to 2100 and by this time, the compact/economy car I had requested were all gone, so they had to upgrade me to a 2006 Ford F-150 instead, at no extra cost. With the same representative Jay had to deal with, I was able to haggle with him and walk away with a coupon booklet of valuable discounts towards my next rental after making a stink about the taxi fiasco and how this ginormous gas-guzzling Ford F-150 would set me back. Inside, however, I was pleased with the complimentary upgrade and looked forward to driving this black monstrosity instead of the Hyundai Accent or a Ford Focus that I would have got if I came earlier.
At this point, I contacted Lindsey Fraser, my CouchSurfing host who generously offered to put me up for a few nights, and made arrangements to meet up. Towering over me at 6'6", Lindsey was a friendly giant with a big heart. After dropping my things off, we went out for tea at a nearby cafe and talked about personal interests such as hobbies, music, and movies. It was when we were walking to the 'big rock' lookout point that I had discovered that he too had seen "Me and You and Everyone We Know" and loved it as much as I did!
With our tea in hand, we had finally reached this rock he was so eager to take me to and climbed it to see the dominions below. This viewpoint offered a spectacular 360º view of the geographical regions of Victoria, including the parliament buildings, the downtown core, the Craigdarroch Castle, Oak Bay, and Saanich. Looking above at the night sky, this peak also provided a magnificent view of the constellations twinkling above. Talk about enjoying the simple pleasures of life.
Jun 20, 2006
VAG: Raven Travelling Exhibit.
Taking a guided tour through the Raven Travelling exhibit at the Vancouver Art Gallery took me back to the memories of the museums and sights I had seen on the Queen Charlotte Islands (Haida Gawii). From the ornately decorated ceremonial masks to the various shapes and sizes of the canoe ors and fish boxes, a real sense of the first nations tradition was eminent. There were also heavy political undertones in the artworks of local native artists on the second floor. Hanging on the wall encased in a glass frame was a riffle and an actual copy of a native treaty published by the Canadian government with multiple bullet holes through it. Another political piece was of a decorative wooden box, also hanging off the wall like a medicine cabinet with barn doors that opened up to reveal the words "SELF GOVERNMENT" inside. The guided tour took the bulk of the remaining gallery hours that Kyle and I had no time left to see the Arthur Erickson exhibit, which was my main focus. I'll just have to come back again.
Kyle, Jamie, Sigrid, and I indulged in sweet and savoury crepes at Café Crêpe on Robson after the gallery and shared the four flavours between us. We were going to meet Kayla at Celebrities afterwards, but never quite made it as time pushed over to 2200. Instead, as we were walking back towards the West End, we had decided to teach Kyle how to execute cartwheels on a patch of grass by the sidewalk. Kyle, being 6'2", had a higher centre point of gravity, so he struggled to get his legs up in the air to complete a revolution. He tried his best though, and in the 20 or so attempts at executing cartwheels with the assistance of Jamie and the encouragement from Sigrid and I, he did two successful revolutions (not consecutively). Given that he had never attempted doing cartwheels before, I think his ten-percent success rate is a great start, heheh! Go Kyle!
Kyle, Jamie, Sigrid, and I indulged in sweet and savoury crepes at Café Crêpe on Robson after the gallery and shared the four flavours between us. We were going to meet Kayla at Celebrities afterwards, but never quite made it as time pushed over to 2200. Instead, as we were walking back towards the West End, we had decided to teach Kyle how to execute cartwheels on a patch of grass by the sidewalk. Kyle, being 6'2", had a higher centre point of gravity, so he struggled to get his legs up in the air to complete a revolution. He tried his best though, and in the 20 or so attempts at executing cartwheels with the assistance of Jamie and the encouragement from Sigrid and I, he did two successful revolutions (not consecutively). Given that he had never attempted doing cartwheels before, I think his ten-percent success rate is a great start, heheh! Go Kyle!
Jun 19, 2006
C.R.A.Z.Y.
I had the Fab Five over for a C.R.A.Z.Y. night at my place this evening. C.R.A.Z.Y. is the well-acclaimed French Canadian independent film about a boy coming-of-age, growing up in Quebéc in the 70s with four other siblings.
Using Kyle as the human pillow (he loves being the pillow), we all huddled beside one another on my futon bed, engaged.
I should host more of these movie nights.
Using Kyle as the human pillow (he loves being the pillow), we all huddled beside one another on my futon bed, engaged.
I should host more of these movie nights.
Jun 14, 2006
Happy Hair Extensions Party!
I was off to J&J's for Jamie's hair-extensions party this evening. She had just got her extensions in and I thought, "Hey! Anything for a gathering.", so I didn't think much of it. I just wanted to spend the evening after work socialising with good friends and chillax. I had spoken with Jen earlier today and she was coming too, so I was looking forward to seeing her there.
I got to the front of their apartment and Jamie came out of their VW Vanagon to greet me. At first, I didn't recognise her as she had short hair before. "Who are you and what did you do to Jamie?!" I said to the stylish young woman in front of me giving me a hug. James was in the driver seat, ready to depart while I was complimenting on Jamie's new hair and new look.
We were heading off to the Kino Cafe at this point, but Jen hadn't made an appearance yet and I was getting concerned. She should have been here well before I arrived, so I gave her mobile a ring several times but she was unreachable. Jamie was text messaging her at the same time. After a few minutes, we had decided that we should just hope for the best and find her along the way, and so we were off.
Norm and Tanya said that they were coming to this gathering, but when I asked Jamie where they were, she replied "Oh, they cancelled at last minute." I thought that it was coincidence that I spotted them walking along the sidewalk as we we approached Cambie street looking for parking a little while later. "Oh! I guess they changed their mind!" Jamie blurted. I still had no idea.
In fact, it didn't even dawn on me that the hair-extensions party was just a cover-up until Jamie, James, and I walked through the main doors of the Kino Cafe at which point a chorus of people screamed "SURPRISE!!!" upon entry. I was pleasantly shocked and surprised to see such a large turn out of dear friends of mine.
The Kino cafe provided more than just Sangrias, but also live entertainment. Flamenco dancers and musicians were up on stage putting on a dazzling performance of passion, love, and energy.
I hope I hadn't forgotten anyone here, but thank you Jamie, James, Jen #1, Jen #2, Amy, Sigrid, Jodie-Tracey, Simon, Damien, Norman, Tanya, Jay, Caroline, Aaron, Janelle, and Kyle for wishing me a happy 25th birthday. Happy would be an understatement, actually. I was elated, ecstatic, and over-joyed with love! You guys and gals mean the world to me, for without you, my life would be sad, boring, and empty. Thanks for making my quarter-century birthday a VERY memorable one!
And thank you, young lady at the cafe with the same birthday as me who I've not had the pleasure of meeting before (and had forgotten your name), who came up to wish me a happy birthday. Happy birthday anniversary to you too. =)
I got to the front of their apartment and Jamie came out of their VW Vanagon to greet me. At first, I didn't recognise her as she had short hair before. "Who are you and what did you do to Jamie?!" I said to the stylish young woman in front of me giving me a hug. James was in the driver seat, ready to depart while I was complimenting on Jamie's new hair and new look.
We were heading off to the Kino Cafe at this point, but Jen hadn't made an appearance yet and I was getting concerned. She should have been here well before I arrived, so I gave her mobile a ring several times but she was unreachable. Jamie was text messaging her at the same time. After a few minutes, we had decided that we should just hope for the best and find her along the way, and so we were off.
Norm and Tanya said that they were coming to this gathering, but when I asked Jamie where they were, she replied "Oh, they cancelled at last minute." I thought that it was coincidence that I spotted them walking along the sidewalk as we we approached Cambie street looking for parking a little while later. "Oh! I guess they changed their mind!" Jamie blurted. I still had no idea.
In fact, it didn't even dawn on me that the hair-extensions party was just a cover-up until Jamie, James, and I walked through the main doors of the Kino Cafe at which point a chorus of people screamed "SURPRISE!!!" upon entry. I was pleasantly shocked and surprised to see such a large turn out of dear friends of mine.
The Kino cafe provided more than just Sangrias, but also live entertainment. Flamenco dancers and musicians were up on stage putting on a dazzling performance of passion, love, and energy.
I hope I hadn't forgotten anyone here, but thank you Jamie, James, Jen #1, Jen #2, Amy, Sigrid, Jodie-Tracey, Simon, Damien, Norman, Tanya, Jay, Caroline, Aaron, Janelle, and Kyle for wishing me a happy 25th birthday. Happy would be an understatement, actually. I was elated, ecstatic, and over-joyed with love! You guys and gals mean the world to me, for without you, my life would be sad, boring, and empty. Thanks for making my quarter-century birthday a VERY memorable one!
And thank you, young lady at the cafe with the same birthday as me who I've not had the pleasure of meeting before (and had forgotten your name), who came up to wish me a happy birthday. Happy birthday anniversary to you too. =)
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