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356: day 5
I just went for tea with a long haired, one eyed stranger I met on the bus. Turns out we've got people in common, of course, this being Vancouver, and, even worse, this being Commercial Drive. Now he and everyone else are at a house party that I can almost see from my balcony window, at the place around the corner with the Tibetan prayer flags.

Full of hippies, burners, and a scattering of hip-hop designers, bicycle people, and uncomfortably with-it computer nerds smoking prodigious amounts of weed, the party felt very east side, very easy. I went in just long enough to assess the situation, then slipped home to take my daily picture and drop off my things, (there's no reason to be hauling around personal items within spitting distance from my own front door), but I've already been here over an hour, trapped by the inertia of sucking about on the internet. I hope River's still there. I'm going to post this and go back out.

edit: the next day, the woman who lives there somehow found this post through my livejournal to facebook RSS feed. the internet wins.