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Imagine being invited to an exclusive party with up to 200 strangers and not stressing about getting a single name wrong. And feeling the rush of repeatedly turning your head because you hear your moniker. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime thing and when I saw the invitation on social media, I knew I would regret it forever if I didn’t go. While much of Toronto was gripped by Pride or FIFA on Sunday, I dropped everything and flew from Ottawa for the giddy thrill of attending what had to be the first ever “Janice” party. The shindig was an apology from rapper Drake for dissing our name in his...