The purpose was to plan the engagement party, and for them also to kick around their thoughts for our wedding.“Do you want to have something in your...back yard?” Olga asked. “If you do, then I know of a company that does catering for things like that; they have a transportable barbecue grill. They cook a hindquarter of beef, or pork, or lamb, whatever you want, have all the side dishes, potatoes, vegetables, salads. They bring all the plates, silverware, and take things away afterwards. How many. I told her that it was rare to have a postwoman delivering the mail. She laughed about it and said I don't see why not we are the best at handling packages. At that very moment I had to decide which way to go, should I let her see how freaky I am or laugh it off and thank her for delivering my mail. Of course I had to try the former. I smiled and asked her if she always handled her packages with care because mine could use some TLC. She looked a little serious for a second so I assumed I failed. I continued forward through the tunnel, looking for the night to end and soon found a spot as I was getting out of bed the next morning to jump into my body again.[Saturday, June 21st, 1986]I Looked at the Ironman watch on my left wrist, I pretty much only took it off to shower back in those days, and I saw it was almost 10:00 am. Lisa must have kept us out late last night. We would find the occasional time steaming up the windows from the back seat of my car, but actual quality alone time was. The party was going to be held at a local pizza parlor, originally it had been planned as just a back room occasion, but now was going to be taking over the whole place for the evening.I hadn’t let any of the Burns family know, but I had gotten Dad to go in and do a deal with the pizza place management. He gave them a cheque to cover the cost of hosting the party for the entire evening, it was just the amount they needed to cover the running costs.That meant that the Burns’s would just have to.