So, last night was the Stargate: Universe wrap party. The writing department kicked things off with dinner at Blue Water.
We lost my writing partner Paul and his wife somewhere between main course and dessert (he was feeling under the weather) , then headed up the street to Goldfish, the site of the bash.
Around 11:30 p.m., Martin Gero staggered by clutching a bloodied towel to his hand. He wasn’t exactly sure what had happened but did confirm it involved him dropping a glass. He was headed to the hospital. It was way past my bedtime anyway so I offered to drive him.
I dropped him off a little before midnight. Showcasing the flipside of the Canadian healthcare system, he was seen and stitched up within the hour, giving him plenty of time to head back to the party.
Tonight, Marty G. and I are having dinner at Fuel (just like old times) after which I’ll be driving him to the airport. Then, it’s early to bed for me. I’m exhausted and need to be on my A game tomorrow when we start spinning SGU’s second season.