I'll keep this short and sweet for the legal department. Most of you know the situation, (not the Jersey Shore guy, I mean my current status in life) but I thought I'd just put it in black and white for you if you aren't in the loop.It wasn't meant to be.
I may never know why I wasn't meant to walk onto the Coral Princess for 3 weeks with my dear friend Tom Delbello and sing my heart out while complaining about the food and itchy sheets, but it wasn't meant to happen. Some cosmic force (mainly a horrible clerical error and a surprisingly friendly CBP officer) interrupted my day and held me in an office for six hours, and then handed me a stack of papers that represented a metaphoric red flag for my future travels into the United States, wished me well, and back to the Vancouver airport I went without a moment to grasp the circumstances. I was eating poutine within the hour.
They have found a replacement for me. Life goes on. The Coral sails. I learn from it.
My voice will be heard elsewhere. Without limits. Without people getting in the way that don't have the guts to come out and say "I made a mistake, and I'm sorry." No, I'm sorry. Sorry that I am stronger, and more brave, and more ballsy.
Ship happens...and sometimes, it doesn't. On with the program.
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