Damn You, Abba
I apologize. I have "Dancing Queen" in my head. I cannot get it out. Soon I will resort to the "screwdriver-and-hammer" method, because, when it is all said and done, one can only take so much Abba.
The beach vacation came and went. There was libation a-plenty and fun was had by all, even on the last day, which is usually reserved for cleaning and bitching about how annoying it is to go back into the real world, with a sunburn to boot. We managed to get ourselves blacklisted from the one decent pub on Topsail Island (though, truth be told, their service was so abysmal that I cannot say for certain upon whose shoulders the blame falls) and I bought the sweetest book evar from the really quaint independent beach bookstore, Quarter Moon Books.
Then we came home, and began to prepare for the inlaws' arrival, which was tonight. They are here now, and we are full on Chinese food from our new favorite Chinese restaurant, The Jade Palace. If there is one positive thing about moving (and there are many of them, though the traumatic event in question is far too close for me to see them), it's finding new haunts. For all of the takeout places in Greensboro, we never found a good sit-down Chinese restaurant. Jade Palace had some tasty food and you can call us regulars now, because that's the plan.
Another interesting tidbit of news is: I get to go to San Francisco in two weeks. Google (I can't believe I linked it... heh) is having a conference on Urchin and its usage in Pay-Per-Click advertising. I've never actually been to California, and I've heard the Googleplex is quite a sight to behold. So, yeah, I'm sure I'll be extremely geeky and take lots of pictures. You'll be the first to see them.
It is time for bed, I believe. Good night.
