…for crown of social organizer, extraordinaire. Janice did an amazing job of organizing Dan’s birthday party. She picked me up in the afternoon and we drove over to the aquarium to get the food. They rolled out a cart that was taller than me which was absolutely bursting with food. I really questioned how it was all going to fit in the car, particularily since I was hoping to also be in said car.

In any event the car was loaded and we were off. Weaving through early evening downtown traffic, while finalizing the party plans on her phone, we made our way towards Burnaby. At several points during our trip I became more concerned about me making it there in one piece… “Screw the cake…”

I had a really good time and it goes without saying that food was really good and so was the company. Got caught up with a number of folks that I hadn’t seen in a while which was great. At one point I became trapped near the kitchen after making a move for a spring roll (Kim, your Mom rocks). That turned out to be a good move as people came to me, perhaps in search of the spring rools. Also, I was near the beer.

When it came to be time for me to leave, I went and got my jacket and started saying my goodbye’s. An hour later I was on my way. I stepped outside into an downpour from hell but I was unphased as I had consulted a transit map and knew exactly what I was doing.

Minutes later it became fairly evident that I had little more than a general idea of where I was and I couldn’t find the bus stop I needed to make it to the train station. “Hmmm…. me thinks I had best head to Hastings and catch a bus”

It took almost an hour to make it home but I caught a good bus (or a good driver) which didn’t make any stops in the downtown eastside. A short walk and another bus found me back in my plush, well-lit apartment. Though I was soaked to the bone and smelling like a wet dog, I was content with my evening.

I never did get any cake…