I really suck. Work has been so busy that I haven't had time to write anything in my blog, nor have I had time to visit my favorite blogs for more than a few minutes at a time. It makes me feel so out of touch. I consider the people whose blogs I visit regularly friends, and the disconnect of the past few weeks has me feeling all out of whack. Anyway.

I'm going to try to throw some short entries up as often as possible to chronicle, unchronologically, our vacation. You've already seen that I rubbed butts with Penn Jilette and held the hand of the charming George Takei for eleven seconds in Las Vegas.

After a few days in Vegas, we flew to Seattle. From there we drove to Vancouver. On the way there, a wonderful thing happened. We saw this sign:

I really wanted to stop and have my teeth checked by Dr. Pearl before stopping at Ron and Sheila Albertson's travel agency to see if they could get us a better hotel deal, but we were really hungry for some lunch. We thought maybe we'd stop at the Dairy Queen for a Coke, but the DQ's not so vegan-friendly, so we skipped Blaine and drove straight on to Vancouver.