Well, I have to tell you I'm not feeling all that chatty. So, let's get to it. Saturday's speaking engagement went well. I wore a very short skirt. People asked questions. No one seemed overtly bored and I was given a bottle of wine and a flattering t-shirt for my troubles.

Between the talking and the free chilli dinner, me and my companions wandered around New Westminster. It was strange/sad/pleasant to be stomping around my old ... stomping grounds (I lived there for just over a year).

The rest of the weekend was a toss up between lovely good times and fretting over the pox upon me and my ilk. The nature was beautiful. Who knew?

Sorry, I've lost my concentration. Good night.