Saturday June 9. 6pm-12am.

Deb, Tanaya, and I found pews in the nearly empty sanctuary. There were maybe three other people there. The same guy from before dinner was sharing a little bit about material possessions and how we shouldn't value them too highly. Sitting there, I didn't feel like it applied very much... I didn't even own anything at that point. Did the guy think that homeless people had the problem of valuing material things?
As I sat there, I rested my head on the pew. Eyeing the stained glass windows, I remembered being back in choir, and singing in churches. (In particular, we sang frequently at Metropolitan United Church, which I did pass by earlier that day.) Staring past the speaking guy, I remembered studying architecture of churches and cathedrals in Grade 11 Art History. I tried naming off the terms, but after nave, ambulatory, and rose window, I was at a loss. I wondered if I would get kicked out for sleeping in the church... I doubted it, but I didn't really want to find out. I thought I'd feel much more safe and welcome inside the church, but a little part of me still resented the kindness that was being offered. It was degrading relying on other people's charity. No matter how much I appreciated the food, the sweater, the hospitality... I still resented them all. They got to go home afterwards and be with their families, watch TV or read books, pet their dogs, shower, and change their clothes to go to sleep in their beds. They served us warm food and smiles, and would forget us instantly until the next time they did their charity work.
The sharing lasted only a short while, and soon us three girls were back in Allen Gardens. We opted for another nap because we were so ridiculously tired. So we spread out our sweaters on the grass and dozed lightly in the glow of the evening sun.
A half hour later we woke up and decided to walk over to Spadina and Queen because Tanaya had overheard some people talking about free KFC. We stopped by Dundas Square to take a look at the shops that were set up, but our business (or lack thereof) was not very welcome. When we got to Spadina and Queen, we had no idea where there even was a KFC, so we walked back east. Along the way, we tried to spot any other 24h Tim Hortons in case we had to move around to different places again tonight.
Around... I dont know, 9:30...? we bought a can of pop to share and sat down to chat. It was quite pleasant to just sit around and hang out with Tanaya and Deb. We weren't on a mission, or trying to pan, or anything, so we just sat around and talked. Deb continually astounds me with the strength of her character.
At 11 we met Steve, Hanna and Mika across the Metro Convention Centre, at the memorial for people who were killed in workplace accidents. They had sat there for most of the night because Mika and Hanna had blisters on their feet. All six of us then started walking down towards Harbourfront for the Luminato light show. We made it past the Rogers Centre, but then we found this big blocky cement thing where we could sit and have a decent view, so we never made it all the way there. I sat back, watching the rays of light dance in the dark sky. I wished it were some sort of bat signal for a saviour, someone to take us out of this misery and to make everything fair in the world, and to make my friggin legs and feet stop hurting.