Did I mention that slamming your forehead into the windowsill the night before your trip – a classic one-man 3 Stooges act for sure – is not the best way to kick things off. Not that I don’t enjoy a nice flash of bright light and the sound of my teeth clacking together in my ears. So, if you are in Vancouver, I’m the fella with the bruised-colored ball stuck to his forehead.
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