Much later, I met Samm after work and we went to an underground fundraising party organized by his friend Aaron at a warehouse space near east Hastings. [Evidently, there are lots of these spaces in the area, and the next night I ended up at a party a few blocks over.] The event was to raise money to help a transgendered friend of Aaron's who'd undergone a botched surgery. A worthy cause, I offered to help out, which had the added benefit of giving me something to do since I hardly knew anyone.
I manned the bake sale table for maybe 2 hours and felt a little guilty about all the thanks I got. After all, everyone had to pass the table as they went in and out, and even if they weren't stopping to ogle the florescent-frosted cupcakes (c'mon! everything on the table is only a dollar!), most people chatted me up on the way through.
By about 2:30am, Earl (one of the organizers) told me to leave my post and go dance already, and wouldn't take no for an answer.
So I did.
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