party girl

as you may have gathered, i’m not that fond of people as a whole. especially not groups of people i don’t know. so, as saturday’s clock slowly inched its way towards 6pm i started to feel a growing dread about going to colene’s freedom festival. i was sitting on the edge of the futon, dressed and ready to go and i was milliseconds away from picking up the phone and making some lame excuse for not being able to go. instead, i got up and walked out the door.
boy, am i glad i did. it was a lot of fun. i got to meet mel and see val again, not to mention play cranium for the first time, be in awe of the amount of food available for noshing and meeting people who don’t actually have websites (that was probably the weirdest part). i didn’t even feel like the oldest person in the room, which was a happy surprise.
there was even a star sighting on my way. while waiting to turn onto lonsdale from my street, a black cadillac srx drove by and the driver was none other than marc crawford, coach of my beloved vancouver canucks. i’ve seen him driving around my neighbourhood before, but he’s definitely upgraded his vehicle since the last time i’d caught sight of him. i kind of wished i’d still had my car flag up and flapping to give him a little bit of support.