It seems impossible, but I started my vacation tonight. Tomorrow will be a mad scramble to get my life back in order after working 90 bazillion hours last week, and then I'll be sitting on an airplane to Seattle tomorrow night, chomping gum and bugging Choo to let me borrow her reading material.
I feel a little sad because one of the things I really love about visiting a new place is obsessively researching it beforehand, and I just haven't had time. But fuck being sad! Being sad is stupid! Besides, I've got a map, a killer hostess, and scads of recommendations. What more do I need?