Kat has kindly agreed to visit the raccoon-filled northern wilderness, lured by the prospect of four shirtless cartoon-men in white sneakers. Straight women, straight-womanhood truthers, Canadian Feminine Chaos fans of Toronto, consider yourselves welcome!
I live nearly 6,000 miles from the action as the crow flies*, but I'm positively giddy with anticipation all the same.
(*An unreasonably fit, not to mention stubborn, crow.)