From the Airport, With Love

Well, Hello All.

Tis me, Mr. Q here, writing ye fools from the bowels (the interior colon, in fact) of the Toronto Airport. For those wondering (Janes, perhaps), I did indeed make my flight, and am now revelling in some free Wi-Fi (it's like Fi&Chi, without the Vinegar, hehehe).
Interesting things seen at said airport:

• A Buddhist(?) monk (caucasian) wearing Clark's, and sporting a Swiss Army watch. He ate across from me (I'm guessing he had the Veggie Burger.) I was secretly wishing it was Lenny Coco.
  
• *Heard: A large man 2 rows back, having a nightmare and snoring intensely. It was very freakay.
  
• A flight attendent will serve you half O.J., half Sprite! Deeelicious.
• No matter how late you leave your house, the flight still has not boarded, and you seem to still be let on the plane! (Sorry Mom & Dad . . . ;). It obviously has something to do with the space-time continuum.
  

Good times lay behind, friends. I Had a Great Summmer. Will be posting pics soon, along with a riveting account of a face to face encounter with a Newfoundland political celebritus.

Anyway, I must be moving along to the gate, & what not. We'll see you on the other side of the Border!

P.S. Janes has: $10 for Tim, Hin-Chay's Coat & CD, and wicked facial hair.
Q man OUT!