606 met me at the station, and we went for lunch.
i had an avocado and salsa omlette, he had an astrobrekkie.
the omlette was better than i imagined!

i showed lappy to 606. lappy is sick and won't turn on. he looked up the beep codes, but there was no code for the 4 short beeps that lappy makes. we jiggled all the accessible connections, took the battery out, put it back in, tightened screws and then for a breif flash of her former glory, lappy turned on. i showed 606 the picture of the weasel with a piece of toast and murmured lovingly to lappy.
it was bittersweet, when we shut her down lappy wouldn't turn back on again.

soon the time came to go to the hop and brew.
it was a really neat bar, an old converted house. glamorgan joined us and some of 606's engineer friends. he has cute friends. after a delicious pint of alleykat aprikat beer i was delighted to find out that its brewed right in edmonton!
glamorgan is awesome. he's a lot of fun.

after we were sufficiently drunk we went to the next venue, a bar with a dance floor.
606 can really move. i love dancing!
i met a guy named philippe on the dance floor. he could swing and so we cut a rug. i thought he was glad to see me but he actually had a banana in his pocket. he gesticulated wildly with it after the dj cut off a bowie song.
i was tuckered out and thirsty so i went back to the booth to find glamorgan.
he was sharing the booth with three experts in booth dancing. they were evangelizing for the booth dance movement and insisted that no dance floors were needed to rock out. the girl had huge shell earrings on that jingled and clattered when she talked.
in a ridiculous moment of failed pick ups, the one guy commented on my red t-shirt peeking out from the collar of my black dress. it's a menswear-inspired little number, with pockets and buttons like a button up shirt but tailored into a mini-dress.
"i bet you have a realy interesting t shirt on under your dress" he says. "i have a really really cool t-shirt on under my  shirt. i'm willing to go button for button with you, cause i know you'd want to see mine and i am so curious to see yours."
he tapped the top button on my dress and stared with a burning desire to develop x-ray vision at my chest.
"well, actually the buttons are just for show and my dress is sewn shut. so i guess i'll never know what is on your shirt"
"no, i'll show you but you have to show me yours! the buttons can't be sewn shut, how do you get your dress on and off!"
he was insistent and so he revealed the robot stomping the city on his t. he then grabbed my dress and tried to undo the buttons, not believing that i could have a dress that was sewn shut. he was not only disappointed but also ridiculed by his friends.
"i'm not going to lie to you buddy, i told you, you can't undo these buttons. my shirt had little red riding hood on it. it's really quite boring"
glamorgan was impressed by the guy's persistence. it was quite funny, but in a sad way. sorry strange bar guy, no close ups of my tits for you.

i hope we have many more alberta husi adventures together in the future.