Everything happens for a reason.

Those words were said to me again, just last night.

There are 3 young people 'round Brad and Ali's age living above me and Thursday one of them (Sam) knocked on my door 'asking' (I kid thee not) if I wouldn't mind him having a birthday party the next day (Friday). He was turning twenty, and said I should drop up for a beer and such.! Now, 20 is a big birthday, so I thanked him for politely asking me, and said I'd come by.

So, that's exactly what I did.

After a coupla games of poker/pool (and such), I got the munchies and went home.
Brought up a few beer and walked in to an ongoing kitchen party.
I like kitchen parties and this one was no different.

Blah blah blah...
Yadda yadda yadda...
Swap a yarn here and there and I find out that only Sam's Grandmother had sung him Happy Birthday.
Of course I could not allow this to pass, so...
After getting the attention of everyone (now 30 people or so) there *ahem*... I led them in a rousing edition of the traditional Birthday greeting.
:l

Did I mention that Sam's good friend is the young man who picked me up hitch-hiking on the final leg of my journey just outside of Yarmouth?

I KNOW EH!

Just leaving Thursday and I hear "you've been living downstairs the whole time?"
I'm like wtf!
I know this guy, but from where?
He's sittin in his car and he mentions the burn mark on his seat and it clicks.
OMG this is the Benjamin!
Too funny.
We agree to speak at the party.

To the party... and he's grilling me on a variety of subjects, as are a lot there. Some know Brad (some Alicia).

I stand out in a crowd and the party is no different.

Good conversation and laughter is had by all.

Thanks for the ride.

I leave after 'bout an hour and I realized that yet again I had just had another good day and I thought you should know that.