. Simon's stag night

On Saturday I walked down hill to Kevan and Robyn's new house and had a glass of water and a ginger cookie and a cup of herbal tea with Simon, while Robyn and Tonia went plant shopping, and Kevan attempted a daring getaway from the Liberty City police along the Algonquin-Dukes Expressway in a flat-bed truck. At the time it seemed like a curious choice of vehicle, given its limited acceleration and poor turning circle, but it all came right in the end, and Little Jacob the Jamaican drug dealer was safely returned to the Homebrew Cafe.

Then we went downtown in a cab and met Bob and Will at the Metreon and watched Iron Man. They all liked it.

Then we went for drinks at the Marriott. We all liked those. And dinner at Farina, which was delicious.

Then I walked back up the hill again to our house. I got as far as 24th and Noe and was just thinking about how far and up I had to go when the number 48 bus passed, so I got on it.

Then I fed the cats again and Joined Alex and his friend Steven at the Francis International Airport where we dramatically failed to rescue someone from something or other, due in no small part to Alex repeatedly blowing us all up with his hand grenades.