The holy grail

I met R for lunch at a relatively new Turkish restaurant - Divan Kitchen - a stone's throw from me. Small, quaint, nice ambiance, fun place to people watch.  I'm not sure if it was the manager or the owner of the place that was working today but he was really nice.  R ordered her lamb bloody and I ordered the kofte plaki.  We had the feta and olives to start and the cheese was otherworldly.  She had a beer and I had a glass of wine (always a good idea when one has been up since before 6am) and we were having some pretty good conversation and the bill came and R asked if I wanted another round and what the hell else is there to do on a Monday, anyways?  So we ordered another drink and our server said "this is getting interesting" and we all had a laugh. 
Then R went on to talk about gaming, which I'm not into, and our guy said, "So let me get this straight: you're into gaming; you drink beer; and you eat your lamb bloody?  You're like the holy grail".  It was hilarious, especially given that part of our earlier conversation centred around a friend of hers that was blatantly coveting her from not-so afar.
The food was good, the company was excellent and then I headed out for some Christmas shopping.
Speaking of shopping (which I so love to do), I had ordered some gift cards through VOKRA because... kittens... whatever.  Anyways, they hadn't come yet and so I was becoming increasingly sure that they had been nicked in the mail which pissed me off because there were over $200 worth of them.  Anyways, I got home and my mom said she had them and I was like "what?", but apparently one of the organizers there is leery of putting so many gift cards in the mail and so she was driving around to deliver them to people and noticed that my mom had the same last name and asked if she could throw my lot in with hers.   I felt bad for being cranky about it.
I am such a cranky bitch.
Okay, and then one more stupid story before I pass out on my couch.  In 2005 Michael and I went to visit his sister who was living in Kitimat at the time.  We had a great time there and we made a road trip out to Prince Rupert and we hit Old and New Hazelton along the way and also Smithers, where we had lunch, did a little shopping and hiked up to a waterfall.  We went to a store called Heatherington and Hooper and they had these beautiful scarves which I fretted over for ages before selecting one.  I wear it incessantly.  I love, love, love it.  If you know me, you've seen it. 
Anyways, some time ago I lost it.  I was totally bereft.  I've actually been misplacing things a lot lately because of stress and being pulled in various directions and basically lack of sleep, but I was super upset about this one.  So I emailed the store this sob story about how I came to be in Smithers and how I bought and cherished and subsequently lost the scarf and could they please show me pictures of their scarf collection so I could buy one to make up for the one I lost.
I never heard back.
I thought "how could they not be touched by my sentimental and vaguely idiotic story"?
Today I got an email and they apologized that their email had been down and they sent some pictures of their scarves.  In the interim, naturally, I did find my scarf (ironically I left it when I was out for dinner with R the last time) but I felt compelled to buy the scarf because a) they were so nice about it and b) it just adds to the scarf story mystique.
Long story long, I ordered the scarf on the far right and they are shipping it out tomorrow.
To recap the day: Michael made his flight; my gift cards weren't ripped off; I have a random scarf coming to me; I am exhausted but my apartment is clean and I got my work out in and I am full of Turkish food.
Pretty good Monday, overall.