I just got in from a truly great day. Beautiful weather, a super fun and killer game of crazy badminton in the park with a friend, soup at the fancy Vietnamese restaurant. My stomach is all sloshy and full. Davin is getting on my ass because we are late for a party way the hell over in the east end, which face it might as well be another city given how long it will take to inch our way there on the streetcar. I am told there will be sushi. I will go that far for sushi despite a full belly.