Today was friends' regular Christmas do/ fundraiser. Between TTC subway closures and an accident in the intersection of two major streets, I spent $75 just getting there and back. Should have believed the local blogger who said the TTC knows how to run shuttle buses on Yonge, because trust me, they don't know how to run them on Bloor. But I watched at least six semi-empty ones go by over on Yonge as I waited for my return cab to arrive. In spite of me saying I was on Bowman, off Yonge and north of Lawrence, the cab went to Bellwoods north of Queen (five miles and change to the south of me) whence the driver called me in heavily accented annoyance to ask where I was. Is why I hate cell phones.
However I did meet a former partner (professional) of the host's, who was in my class at Japanese language school inTokyo some 28 years ago. He didn't remember me at all, or indeed that he'd ever been at Nichibei Kaiwa: but that, I fancy, was because he and his wife had a two month old at the time. Sleep deprivation will fo it to you.