Then, be out of the country when you find out your stuff won't actually arrive until July 21. Panic. Panic bad. Call training buddy/saint in training Alyssa from across the border to retrieve your triathlon bike.
Oh, and fly for four-plus hours after a two-hour delay with a drugged out dog. Sit in first class and have the dog's drugs wear out so that he starts barking with two hours left on the flight. The well-placed passengers in the first-class cabin will LOVE the entertainment.
Finally, move into an empty apartment, sight unseen. Start working immediately on a time zone that is two hours off of the one you live in.