27 May
2007
27 May
'07
11:41 p.m.
This day is completely surreal. The customs agent and the woman at the front desk both asked me if I was in town for the concert. I affirmed then asked if there were others who were here for the same thing. The woman at the desk responded with, "Not really." Do I have "Police Fan" tattooed on my forehead or something? Maybe it is the 1-day stay. I keep telling myself the reason I'm here, but it just doesn't compute. I kept worrying that I needed to go to a different Vancouver or maybe this is some big prank or I brought my kid's passport instead of mine. Looking forward to meeting other victims at the Shark Club in 20 minutes!