Getting ready to say goodbye

It's finally come around; my time in Canada is almost at an end. I fly out the day after tomorrow, and it is starting to feel WEIRD.

Last Wednesday my awesome now-ex flatmate Tom departed the country, and we moved out of our Space, aka Little Britain. Though it wasn't too bad saying bye to Tom, as I know I'll be clubbing in London with him in about a week, it was pretty sad to say goodbye to the flat that's housed so many good times over the course of the last year. Everyone who came round said the flat was really welcoming and chilled, and I felt so at home there. I'd go on with more effusive thanks to Tom and Lou but they might never read this so there may be no point! Needless to say, they were top flatmates and I shall miss living with Tom greatly - Louise, get your party pants on, I'm there in a month!

We finished our time at 73 Northcote in style; another party in the rain. I swear it's only rained 4 times in a year in Canada, every time we have a friggin party. Anyway, it was brilliant and so good to see all our friends one last time. There may well have been a projectile vomiting incident that soured the evening, but waking up with the couch on the roof more than made up for it. I'm not looking forward to seeing those photos though...

The morning after we went for breakfast (bad idea) downtown, and as Tom and I were trying to make it back for a yard sale to flog all our stuff, we got caught in a seemingly pointless and endless Chinese parade. I've never seen less happy people in all my life, and we couldn't work out what the hell was going on. It went on so long that the streetcar driver started singing over the PA and we had to entertain our possibly-still-drunken selves by hanging our heads out the window and freaking out motorists. The yard sale didn't go too well even when we got there, probably due to me delegating the task of fly posting to someone who really shouldn't be trusted with tasks. We made about 20 bucks and I gave some CDs away; we ended up on the couch on the roof with Tom's parents manning the fort. They made more money than us.

Yard sale fail.

Anyway, the Littlest Hobo is back on the prowl; I'm currently staying out in Scarborough (not the UK one) with V-dog's parents. As they're Ukrainian, and most Ukrainian meals consist entirely of meat, I'm causing a bit of a fuss with the whole vegetarianism thing but I'm being kept up to my nose in vodka, tea, cheese perogies and Russian chocolate. I could happily eat myself to death in this house, and if I was staying any longer than a week it would probably happen!

This past weekend was Nuit Blanche, the dusk-til-dawn city-wide art fest that I raved so much about last year. The bits that I saw this year were just as good, but we choose a dubstep night over the art for most of the evening. The night before we saw one of the Pendulum guys do a DJ set at Circa. He was a bit chunky, which surprised me - I realised I've never seen a podgy DJ before, apart from Chris Moyles who is, of course, not a DJ but a twat.

Anyway the spinning wasn't all that good but the tunes were - Pendulum remix of Voodoo People into Shut Me Up by MSI? Yes thank you!

I'm in the middle of unpacking and repacking, which seems to get harder every time I do it. I'm not looking forward to dealing with my snowboard. It's so heavy and cumbersome that there must be some problem with it. I am, however, determined to get bumped up to First, something that Tom achieved last week by owning a Macbook and having big legs. V-dog has big legs and I have a Macbook, and I am so not above pretending to be newly-engaged if that helps. I want that leg room!!

I'm not sure anyone reads this, but if you do and you're in England...THREE DAYS!