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Last Week in Montreal - Part 1: Ikea Tourism

Sunday, May 06, 2007

I've thought much about the topic of my post, weeks and weeks overdue...Perhaps the best way to go about it is by describing my last week in Montreal. I am now in St.John's and feel quite zen being in the part of the country that few people know is so beautiful, calm, rough.This week began on Monday with a trip to Ikea with Miranda B. It is quite obvious that she and I share a passion for all things Zen. Though Ikea furniture assembly is nothing like Zen, and as Adam pointed out, is slightly on the fragile side of things, I still think there is a magic to anything Ikea.

It starts with the simple lines on the furniture, almost retro- European sort of a look. Besides, it is Zen for the money-deprived, and this wins the game. It may take us hours to assemble a piece of furniture, and in the end, we may have to go back to the store to get a missing screw from the package, but the end result is quite satisfactory.

So, Ikea trip it was. Not only did we shop (I got a wooden salad bowl and a revolving wooden plate wheel, the kind you see at some "all-you-can-eat" Asian restaurants), but we also did a slight bit of Ikea tourism, as Miranda called it. We took shots of one another everywhere in the store, including children's bedrooms, closets (I came out of one, while Miranda was quite comfortable in it), couples' bedrooms (I cheated on Renee by taking a shot of Miranda and I in a king-size bed...the passersby who took the picture thought we were a cute couple... if only they knew...) and bathrooms (Miranda sat on a toilet, while I preferred the comforts of a bathtub, overlooking the Ikea parking lot...how beautiful).

We made it a whole pseudo-Swedish experience by having some meatballs at the resto and some Swedish ice-cream, which tasted slightly watery.

It was a rather intense photo day. In all, there were close to 80 pics taken. Miranda was quite tired of it all, and I couldn't wait to get to bed. Alas, I remembered in the last minute that I was to meet Princess Tanita and her Prince Ivan for some pure hot chocolate at Juliette & Chocolat at 6pm, so there was no rest to be had.

I was quite hungry by the time I had to meet the royal family, so I had a spinach and cheese crepe, which didn't fill me at all, aside from leaving me disgusted (the spinach tasted raw...ewww)...I chatted with her highness for about an hour. Before the Princess coupled up, she lived in Newfoundland and I knew her from some language monitoring work we did together. She was not liked very much by our boss, as naturally, like all princesses, this one loved talking...our boss was all about "being professional", which apparently means no talking if she [the boss] is not there. When she was present and she was involved in the conversation, you could chat about anything, including Paris Hilton and Britney Spears.

I said my farewell to the two lovebirds who kept feeding one another while we talked, something I found slightly distracting... Princess Tanita may be going to Gross Morne in the summer, so I told her it would be good if we went together, though I will probably rent a mobile home instead of camping out [i despise camping]. She wasn't quite pleased and I wondered why that was, since well, princesses of Austrian descent are usually snobs.

P.S: The photo of the unhappy artist comes from the website titled Elite Designers Against Ikea. Adam made me think about this. Somehow, it looks kind of like a joke, almost like an Ikea initiative...

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