Going Down the Rabbit Hole...

It has been ages since I have read Alice in Wonderland, but this past Friday, I definitely went down the proverbial rabbit hole.  No, it was not drug-induced (although a few glasses of red wine may have eased the journey), but perhaps the surrealism of having a date night with my husband in pre-married, pre-parent fashion simply added to the experience.

We attended Public Dreams 25th Birthday Party, held at the old Storyeum venue.  The #8 bus to Gastown was it's own event, with interesting characters chatting us up, offering us beer and having to listen to another young couple screaming at each other while drunk.  Bus drivers on the route have such an eventful job.

After getting off the bus, we were almost scammed by a homeless person who gets unsuspecting strangers to buy him his 'breakfast' at the upscale Nesters in the middle of a rundown area, and then sells the milk and cereal on the street to support his habits.  While waiting outside the Nesters, I saw another person running out of London Drugs with random, presumably stolen groceries, stashing them and going in for more, like a relay race.  This all occurred in this beautifully gentrified area, pristine and decorated with beautiful works of environmental art.

Finally we arrive at the event itself.  I wish I could find some pictures.  Funky drumming troupe, interactive paint spray board, upbeat Brazilian live music, and costumes everywhere we looked.  The most interesting were the balloon cocktail dresses the 50-50 girls were wearing.  We had a great time, and to cap off the evening, we won igloo-building for 4 at the silent auction!  I know, very random.  But somehow, I can't wait.

Here is to odd and interesting evenings...