Thinking about it

My cyber-stalker posted again. Another useless clue. Apparently I took her to the Smash! Gallery in "a blue station wagon". Well, I still have that blue station wagon. I've had it since Christmas Eve 1989. The Smash! closed sometime around 1994, so this is somebody I took to a gallery while I was in art school. That doesn't really narrow it down much. The best clues are the ones that aren't meant to be clues. It dawned on my this morning that it could be an old pen-pal that lived in Richmond that I dated for a while when I first moved to Vancouver. Fortunately I am a pack-rat and I dug through my old letters and the style of writing matches, complete with the lack of capitols. Even better, in digging I found a letter from the psycho and, well, she used capitals and the right "your". Even better pen-pal girl's letters mention her being a big fan of 12-Midnight. I gave her a small painting while we were dating so it's not weird for her to remember me presuming she still has the painting. It all adds up. Not the psycho! Marian was actually pretty cool, just not my type girlfriend-wise. *Phew* Major relief.

Last-Minute

Remember that present I tried to buy for Elaine on-line a few weeks ago? I knew there were stores in town that carried it, but they always seemed to be sold out. So, having the day off today to shop (strategically just after pay-day and right before her birthday) I ventured out to the suburbs. I braved the very worst drivers in Greater Vancouver and headed into Richmond. I really must go on a bit of a tangent and sing the praises of the Wonder Wagon. Even wealthy bargain hunting Hong-Kong emigirées in their Canyoneros yeild in fear to the Wonder Wagon. The car just exudes an aura of "Just go ahead and cut me off: I'll fucking well run into you if you do!" After all, who would be worse off? My car isn't even worth a week's pay... Anyway, in a cavernous suburban warehouse store teeming with people all on their own desperate Christmas missions I found one lonely, slightly damaged box, containing the item I sought. I guess, in Richmond, you can't give a gift in a box that has a rip in it. I don't think Elaine will mind. It took nearly an hour to corner someone into helping me extract the box from the pile of boxes around it and get through the line to the till - but damn it! It's done! Exactly what I wanted to get her, wrapped up and ready for tomorrow! Yay!