So I was invited to go and enjoy some wine and hors d'oeuvres last night at the Mexican consulate in Montreal. I was the launch of an art show based on the migratory patterns or monarch butterflies from Montreal to Mexico, a process that takes 3 generations each way to complete.
To be fair, I didn't really practice my Spanish except for some elementary examples of how to conjugate the verbs Ser and Estar... although I was taught a valuable and somewhat mysterious lesson: Precávase de la máquina de Coca-Cola. (Beware of the Coke machine.)
The entire evening was a welcome change from my everyday political bitterness and a very welcome change from watching footage of Stephen Harper riding the coattails of President Obama in Ottawa.
The food was delicious, the chardonnay was lovely, the guests were interesting in their own "I'm an intellectual artist" sort of way and the company was excellent.
The only question left unanswered at the end of the night was:
"Who goes to the Mexican consulate and sticks chewing gum on the wall?"
This one folks is a mystery for the ages and a question that we will, perhaps, never know the answer too...