So, I went to Ottawa on Wednesday, for Danielle's birthday and general mayhem. Mayhem did indeed ensue, and it would appear that some people's children are blaming me. I'll admit that I was a little tipsy at the time, but I'm having a very hard time conjuring up a memory of either of those folks telling me to stop ordering drinks.
As amazed as phil was by my ability to get moving in the (barely) morning, I was stunned to discover that girl was already long gone by the time I woke up. (Which is to say that she had vacated the other bedroom, you sick little monkeys.) She's a better man than I, or something.
Got to Montreal around 3pm, to find the office in a relative shambles as people prepared to move to the new place. Retreated to my hotel for a bath, some P. J. O'Rourke and then real, actual work. Dinner with Adam at ``Lele da Cuca'', a nice little Brazilian/Mexican place on Mary-Anne just east of St-Laurent, was good, and so was the sleep that followed. 10 hours later, I'm a new man, but the office is still a shambles.
We're all getting kicked out of Mothership in the afternoon, so I guess I'm not getting much done today, either. (Actually, I do have an interview and a handful of planning meetings, but I haven't really adjusted to the attitude that meetings can be productive and useful.) Maybe finding an apartment? People in Waterloo should go see mang talk about Mozilla, and visit our booth at the career fair: the career you save could be your own.