1:40 p.m.: Takeout sushi (BC roll, asparagus maki, and other luscious delights) from my favourite Vancouver Japanese restaurant, Sushi-Yama. Graciously provided by Zoe, and eaten at Kitsilano beach, with a bleached log serving as a table, spiced with ginger and academic gossip.
Three days later…we finally got to the chocolate mousse cake, lovingly provided by Haida. By the end of my birthday, my iffy stomach got the best of me and it was all I could do to sit on Haida’s back porch and finish off the wine. The cake was devoured during a raucous evening of filmmaker chat with Haida and Ileana, with a brief cameo appearance by Michael.
It was smooth and sexy, with a rum and coffee backbeat. It gave closure to a crazy birthdayish couple of weeks that began with a present from The Guitar Player, was punctuated with readings and family gatherings and plane trips, and concluded with gateau.