Ok, for all intents and purposes….Canada, specifically Montreal, at this moment, rocks! Ok, not everything went all that great, and I’m still feeling like an idiot, but I’ll get to that in a second. The shopping was awesome, and cheap too! For those who are really interested in getting awesome goth clothes for a really good price, Montreal is the place. I’ve now noted that city as my second most desired city to live in. I’ve got a new vinyl corset, a bra and garter to match, along with some really cool skirts and tops. Not to mention some really awesome post WWII steel toe British trooper boots (guess the French Canadiennes have small feet too). I met some really cool people as well and looking forward to next year. Sunday, we went to dinner at this haunted house theatre. I got some pretty amusing pictures of the tourists taking pictures of the 80+ goths hanging out outside waiting to be let in. Think of it, approx. 1,000 goths all in one city just to hang out and have fun, very much thanks to my Scotsman for inviting me. Now, on to the reason why I feel like a complete idiot….my passport was stolen the night I got there after I left it in a cab (which, the driver brought my flight stubs back to the hotel), spent the better part of Saturday trying to get in touch with the Consulate (guess what, they’re only open from 8.30-noon, slackers). Was hung up on by the taxi company because there wasn’t anyone who spoke English there and my French sucks. Etienne was nice enough to try and help me out, but that got no where. Bugged the hotel staff endlessly in the event that it made it back but was just misplaced. And this morning actually arrived at the Consulate and it was open. Was informed that getting back into the States wouldn’t be a problem, but getting out again might. Why? Because, I just got this current passport a month ago as a replacement for the one I washed last year after I returned from Italy. The woman I spoke with said that I might be limited in my travels because I’m young and I’m proving that I’m not responsible enough to have a passport (funny, the State department has my first passport because it was still in my possession, and this recent one was lost around midnight after being up since 7AM and digging through the bag it was in in the dark. Not to mention, my ticket stubs were in the passport when it was lost, so obviously my passport was in that cab and someone else is now in possession of my passport.) So, next travelling I do, I put in for a new passport, if this one doesn’t come back to me, about 6 months ahead of time, get the photocopies and have a pencil on-hand so I don’t end up in front of a Consulate window being lectured on the fact that I should have had all of those in the first place (no mention to the fact the info can be erased, or that I still have the photocopies of my first passport). At any rate, I feel like an idiot, even though it could have happened to the best of us. I just don’t think the fates like me leaving the country.

In better news, my DSL is finally working. Yah!