in 2 hours I'll be on the buh-buh-buh-bus

I'm excited to go home to Montreal, this G20 atmosphere is suffocating me.

I just went out for a long walk to Chinatown in search for the Owl of Minerva to satisfy my pork-bone-soup craving, and came back with a borderline obscene satisfaction. And what do I see on my way back? Popos. Popos eeeeevery-friggin'-where. In cars, on motorbikes, on bicycles, hoards of the riot-preventing types on mega buses, horses, standing around, walking around. It's like the popos decided to close off downtown so they can have a huge popo-party. They even get catered, there are little food trucks and yummy-filled-golf carts driven by "Police Logistics" people, handing out food. As far as I know they might just as well have "Santa's Little Helpers" on their t-shirts. The atmosphere is, surprisingly, almost a bit festive. I betcha they're shaking it aaaaall niiight long.

On my tax money. And that fake lake looks so sorry and so sad too.

And all this at the same time I received the stupid HST pamphlet telling me that dry cleaning is now 13% tax instead of 5%, so are my massages, golf and gym membership, all sports lessons, theater tickets, magazines, and internet - I am not Sherlock Holmes but my guess is that the Ontario government doesn't want its population to have a healthy or cultured lifestyle.

Anyhow... it's 1.5 hour till I'm out and I'm still procrastinating on my packing... sigh. I feel bit sad leaving my little cute condo that is my castle. Then again, mom food awaits! W00t w00t.