Just when I was going to curse Saskatoon's name again...

... Stewart and I have dinner at a restaurant only to find out that our drinks have already been paid for by complete stangers.

The show that I felt so ill while performing has now meritted us:
- a four star review
- compliments from four seperate patrons that stopped me on the street AND
- a free chai latte for me and juice for Stewart.

How weird (and lovely) is that?