You had silver on your fingers, fingers on your hands, hands in the air, like you--almost--didn't care. But you did care. You were upset at the docile and still Vancouver crowd. (It's not always like that.) Your indignation was charming because I was in agreement. Your hair is blonde and straight, your dress was black and gracefully arc'ed. Me; short hair, kinda clean shaven, sneezed into my coat and you blessed me. Welcome to the left coast. I would be delighted to have you join me and a rotating roster of friends for live music, dancing, and other cultural shenanigans. I think you'd have fun.