Sep 07, 2006 22:28
It's Thursday, which means it's bug night, which means I'm stuck at work till midnight.
So...uh...hi.
I think I shall tell you vaguely about Atlanta.
Atlanta was so bad it was good, or so good it was bad, or perhaps it was just ok. (It's hard to figure out when you're at a nerd convention have the time and drunk the other half [ok, maybe it was like 80/20, but still].) The people, though, were awesome. This trip has confirmed my theory that a direct flight is always a good flight. Perhaps I will take one to DC or NY in the near future.
Hrm. The entire weekend evolved into a series of inside jokes, so retelling everything is pretty useless. Although stringing together said jokes would sound ridiculously dirty. For instance, three of them: (1) She's in there alone with the $8 tiki man (2) Let's add to my eulogy, "Sexy, sexy, sexy" (3) "That's what the sauce is for." Maybe I'll post all of them sometime this weekend.
Beyond that, my hair was slightly purple. But not anymore! Now it is very purple, because my hair bleached in the Seattle sun (yes we have a sun. it is very tiny). I have been shamed all day by my coworkers.