Random Ramblings

I got into work this morning to find a single red rose sitting on my desk, but no card to say who sent it. None of my co-workers fess up to anything: they seem to be as surprised as I am. One coworker claimed it was him and his desk-mate, but his desk-mate denies it.

So... I wonder who sent it! So exciting!

(I am a little sorry for the flower, which won't get put into a proper vase until I get home tonight around 9, though. At least it's got its little water container for the base of the stem.)

Edited to add: It turns out my secret admirer isn't so secret. (Hint: his name starts with "M" and he's my boyfriend.) I'm so lucky.

Marc left me a red rose at Dawson's learning centre today, to surprise me when I got in.

I'm so lucky.

I got woken up by a phone call from Ian:

Ian: "We're going for brunch in an hour."
Me: "We are?"
Ian: "Yup! It's in Verdun. Come pick me up at 11."
Me: "Wha... um... k?"

I suppose it beats the other plans I had going for today. *grin*

The bad: my car decided to break down tonight. I was on my way to Ian's to deliver a birthday cake for Chris' surprise party, when I realized that my gas guage was dropping rather sharply. I turned the car around, went back home, and realized that in a 10-minute trip I'd lost a quarter-tank of gas. I was unhappy, to say the least, especially since I now had no way to get to the SCA event tomorrow.

In the end, the situation was resolved, with many thanks to Ernst, Freya, and my mom. The car will be towed to my uncle (Mike the Auto Mechanic) tomorrow, Ernst agreed to give me a lift to the site (with Freya as mediator by phone), and my mom kindly offered to give me a lift to Ian's (tonight) and Freya's (tomorrow, where Ernst is staying). So all worked out in the end.

I got downtown to Chris' karaoke party and sang (or listened to singing) for the better part of two-and-a-half hours. Afterwards, I headed off with him, Ian, and a few choice others to go to the surprise party which was being held at Ian's place. I thought it was a party for Chris, and indeed it was. But it was also a party for me, since my birthday is in two weeks. I believe Ian summed it up best, "it takes skill to get someone to buy their own birthday cake and not know it." The cake, which I picked out and brought over, was very, very tasty fudge cake, if I do say so myself.

I didn't stay long, because I want to leave the house at 8 tomorrow to be at Freya's for 8:30, and I still need to pack. Many thanks to everyone who came out, called in, or otherwise conspired to celebrate my birthday. For now, I'm signing off, a quite contented Julie. G'night all.