Vancouver is lovely, and my friends up here are as charming as always. They're a bad influence though-- last night we polished off half a bottle of (very good, cask strength) scotch, and eight cans of Guinness. Honestly though, they were responsible for the majority of it.
We went by the big casino on the way out of the airport last night. Even though this is the first time I've ever set foot in Canada, I was not at all surprised to walk into the poker room and find someone I knew.
I find myself casually checking out the cost of living up here. I sort of feel like I'm done with the northwest, but if Shrub wins the election, I may reconsider that. I think I could support myself playing poker up here, if I could manage to get in.