Stephen Harper is ruining my budget.
After a week of successful scrimping ($20 in the past six days) I am flying to our nation's humid landlocked capital. I'll be pining for the beach.
Given that most expenses will be reimbursed with a generous daily stipend, I think I can justify pulling out the VISA for a nice dinner or two and the rides to the airport. Maybe even room service. Budget exceptions.
All non-essential purchases must follow the budget. I may actually be able to "afford" Bluesfest tickets. Are you pumped because I am. Akon. Great Big Sea. Forget indie pretension. Moments and years of my life have been defined by their songs.
Except this budgeting is hard. I didn't pack a thick sweater. I'm getting dropped off at the Rideau Centre. Airplanes are cold. Aritzia is close. I recently spilt chocolate sauce on my favourite white zip up. Must not think of Aritzia.
I packed some muffins. Does that count as being enterprising?
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