Vancouver has already been good good times. Casual dinner with many friends, over many beers last night. Tonight I reconvene with my father to watch (in real live ActualVision) the Vancouver Canucks try to beat the Philadelphia Flyers at home. Apparently they haven’t achieved this feat in almost twenty years. I think tonight, while I’m at the game with my father, would be a good time to break that streak.

We’ve got a Vancouver phone number, sushi galore, we’re cat-sitting a beautiful apartment in Gastown, watching hockey, have no jobs to attend, and people are excited we’re here. It’s clear cold rose-tinted reminder about the awesomeness that is Vancouver.