Last night, Niina, Eve, Garrett, Paul, and eventually Brett, and many other people who don’t have things I can link to gave me a proper scare when I came out of the bathroom.

You see, they just kind of stormed my apartment (well, Brett and Eve live here, so they’re storming around frequently.) Niina rolled out this big banner that said, “Bon Voyage/Happy Birthday” and I thought for a second, “Goodness, I know I’ve cracked and lost my mind, but I’m still not ready to be carted away to the home yet.” But the Bon Voyage part was for our dear friend Garrett who leaves this city in December. My birthday’s in December too, but I’m not in town for it.

I mean sure there were hints: Eve had spent the entire day cleaning the apartment in what I considered was just one of those things you do on a lark and my other friend Allison had been tasked with the unenviable job of trying to lure me away, during when everyone would sneak in. That didn’t work because when I was supposed to be leaving the house to meet her at the superhero bar, I sat down with a bowl of pasta to watch 30 Rock. Woops. But with no tip-off, I looked like that cat lady from The Simpsons.

Eventually more and more people kept turning up. The whole evening was delightfully low-key. Except for the part where I was mixing three parts Bacardi with a half-part of Coke Zero and trying to distribute glasses of this horrible concoction. I think we did end up at the superhero bar after all, but it was all kind of hazy then.

Pictures to follow soon, surely.