Wow, my posts are becoming few and far between these days. Remember when I used to post a couple times a day sometimes? Well, that was before work got crazy-busy. Now I come home from work and... keep working. But I'm excited about the payoff. I unveiled the new Bonnier Web site for a couple of select audiences on Friday, and I'm going to continue giving presentations about it all next week, until John comes to town and whisks me off on a romantic adventure. (That is what you're going to do, right, honey?)
Anyway, I am thrilled that I'll soon be able to go home feeling like I accomplished my mission for being here. Not that I was ever in doubt about that, but I would have been seriously bummed if something had gone wrong and the project had fallen through or been drastically off-deadline. People in our company are so used to Web launches being delayed indefinitely that no one really believed we'd actually get a site live in February, so I feel good about showing them that it's possible to execute a plan on time and on budget. Time to raise our standards, folks!
Other than working 12-14 hour days all last week, the main things I did were to go to a bar on Friday night and make friends with some random people (an Estonian, a Dutch guy and an Italian) who were here for the big international furniture show this weekend, and go with my friend Maria to a party last night. I'm trying to decide whether to go to the furniture show myself today, but I don't have much momentum—indeed, what I've got is a very sedentary form of inertia—because I'm massively hung over this morning.
Last night's party was at the home of a nice couple named Helen and Tomas (sorry if I butchered the spellings, guys). They hosted a pair of "troubadours" who are doing something called The Living Room Tour, which entails playing only for parties in people's homes. Kind of a fun idea. The music was okay, but the main feature was apparently that their lyrics are very funny, and I didn't understand most of what they were saying, so I didn't get the full effect. Plus, one of the musicians told Maria to shut up when she was translating a joke to me, which I thought was kind of funny, but not very nice, considering there were only like 30 of us sitting there. Maybe they play in people's living rooms because those are the only audiences likely to give them silent, rapt attention.
Anyway, after the troubadours, we had a dance party complete with disco ball, and played SingStar on the PS3. (Kudos to the hosts for such a sweet party set-up! I wonder whether that disco ball is always in their living room?) I bought Guitar Hero for John, which I thought covered our musical videogame needs, but SingStar is really, really fun. I think we're going to have to get that one, too. The best part is that you can sing at the same time as someone else, and the game shows you who's singing the song better. So it's simultaneously a duet and a duel. The second best part is that there's a SingStar ABBA edition. You guessed it—nuthin' but ABBA songs. My my, how can I resist you? The above image of ABBA clad in gold foil against a Swedish flag is perhaps my new favorite photo of all time, by the way. Can I get that in extra-large poster size, please?
Anyway, last night we were drinking boxed white wine for like five hours while all the singing and dancing was going on, and today I think I have sulfite poisoning. But I have the feeling I'm the only person in the world who would attribute her throbbing head to wine sulfites rather than, um, just a massive amount of alcohol. What a dork.
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I'm throwing all of my cameras away. Just knowing that it's possible to take a photo as horrible as that one of ABBA makes picture-taking seem too risky.
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