Sandbar Restaurant

It is 5 pm on a cold but sunny Vancouver afternoon and I have just taken the Aquabus across the gleaming waters of False Creek to the Granville Island stop. Two friends and I are about to attend our first Wild Winter Wingding for Wonderful Women at the Sandbar Restaurant.

As an avid admirer of alliteration and assonance, I can't wait to greet the two women who dreamed up the name for this get-together of  "wonderful women from Vancouver's communications, health, research, public relations, media and consulting sectors." Not to mention the chance to meet the  70 other wonderful women that will be there.

The first faces I see as I enter are Linda and Pat.  Pat and I first met a "censored" number of years ago when we were both working at the Children's and Women's Health Centre of British Columbia: she was  in Communications and I was in Laboratory Medicine.

That's where I met a number of the other familiar faces from the past - in  Media, Communications, and Research Foundations. 

Pat  jokes that I taught her everything she  knows about lead poisoning from Iranian kettles.

It's a long story. I might tell it sometime if anyone is curious. But  if you really want to know more you can read the original publication here.

I comment that it is ironic that what I learned from Pat and the other folks in communications was about how to talk to the media.