So here I sit, at the bar in YVR. The last official trip as a northerner heading south. Now I’ll have to be a southerner headed north. Wow, does that sound as sad to you as it does to me? Don’t worry, it’s not you, it’s me.
Unfortunately as I start my adventure, my brain has been kilt (yes, that’s right I said Kilt) by the boozes of last night. Apparently I should say things with wit and intelligence on this kind of thing but…
Well both wit and intelligence have abandoned me and I’m on my own
For that I say once again, it’s not you…

It’s you?!?!?!
Wait. Wat?