The Errant Amnesiac (TM)

On Friday night, I found myself at the hat party that Sara was invited to.

Maybe I think too hard, but I didn’t want to loiter around her and make her feel like I was one of the many guys that trip over themselves before her, demanding all of her time. Yet, we sat on a sofa in a living room amidst dozens of mingling bodies, (drunken and stumbling, some looking with their acquaintances for a room for a quick shag, and others snapping pictures at random), and we spoke as if our tea conversation the night before had never ended.

“Look,” I said, “if you want to mingle, please go ahead, I don’t want to bore you to death.”

“You don’t bore me,” she said. And of course, she did invite me after she arrived home from last night’s dance. “You’re fun to talk to.”

“Good,” I grinned, “I was fishing for that exact comment.”

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George surprised me last night when he dropped by my family home.

“I’m leaving,” he said.

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I chuckled as I looked up at the roof. The van was rocking to and fro, and the million pitter-patterings of raindrops echoed through the metal shell that housed us. The cold air made itself known to us, or any part ... [Continue reading this entry]

While I made my way towards one of the last ticketmaster outlets in downtown Vancouver, a slender blonde crossing Pender street made eye-contact with me and called out my name. "I remember you!" She said as we both opened up for ... [Continue reading this entry]

Heh. Here's an interesting news item. That leaves Ms. Dean as the sole survivor of the Titanic. I haven't really thought too hard about my time there, but I met Ms. Dean back in 1993/4. ... [Continue reading this entry]

"So tell me about George," yawned Surfer dude. This act took me by surprise, but admittedly the fellow looked beaten by the world three times over.

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"So, she says she can't do it," George said as he claimed his ... [Continue reading this entry]

I arrived at the house to find a drum and bass session going on. Bodies packed the halls, no doubt a batch of party crashers, irreverently inserting themselves among those who had come to bid farewell to the woman (and ... [Continue reading this entry]