Second and nearforemost, I realize now that I probably should have told you all of this before your stay. I was kind of hoping it would be a surprise, a well-taken one, the kind of delightful life experience you'd remember for the rest of your days.
Or at least however many days it took to give me a goodish review on Travelocity.
But, yeah, no, that was a mistake. The surprise was a little too surprising, in retrospect, and had you known in advance, you could have mentally girded yourself, or at least been wearing less-nice clothes.
Third and midmost, there are several things I'm not sorry for. These include ...
I am not sorry about the confusion with breakfast. Serving it to you at night was obviously discomforting to you, but I had really brilliant, well-thought-out thematic reasons for this. I suppose I am a little sorry for my excuse for this at the time; that "this is when we eat breakfast in Canada" was laughably stupid. That you bought it so readily doesn't speak very highly of you, actually.
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"Canada is so far north, time runs backward here" was another lie.