M and I are sitting on the couch watching "Man V. Food". Kind of a mean show to have available on sattelite TV, right? Adam is at a restaurant in Baltimore with some pretty good-looking barbeque. YUM. Here's the conversation that followed in our living room:
B: "When we're home this summer, we need to go to Montgomery Inn or Famous Dave's. I know they're not on the same level, but I get the pulled pork and they're both good."
M: Significant look.
B: "Oh yeah, you're going to Alabama [on a business trip]. Never mind."
M: "And Nashville."
B: "Yum. Toots!"
Pause while we watch the people on TV moan & groan while they eat delicious American food.
B: "No disrespect to this place [on TV], but we need to eat Arby's."
M: "Haha! Yum! C will be so happy."
B: "Oh, potato cakes. So good!"
M: "And a turnover!"
B: "Know what I wanted this morning? An apple fritter from Farm Hills Donuts."
These conversations are pretty regular in our house. The kids even participate. Friends & Family, if you want to see us this summer, you may need to expand your out-to-eat budget because there are A LOT of places that we want to eat!! Some examples are:
Max & Erma's
Olga's
Penn Station
Arby's
Graeter's
Guernsey's
The Ice Cream Shop (at the lake)
Bigg Burger
LaRosa's
Pizzapapolis
Skyline Chili (M made me add this - gross! Not even China could make me want Skyline!)
Pizza Hut
Big Boy
Red Lobster (cheddar bay biscuits!)
Miller's
Zoup
Bode's
Izzy's
Compari's
Bates
El Coyote Loko
Any Coney Island
I also wish I could eat at Johnnie's, but Oklahoma is not on our list - sorry guys. Doing the quick math here, we'll have to eat out about 3 times a week to get it all in! That's just me & the kids. I guess we'll be eating out daily when M's in town. Yikes! M has lost 10 pounds in China. He may have reason for his fear of gaining it back in one swift trip home. Man V. Food might not have anything on us!
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Adventures in Driving, Part 2 of 26: Traffic Control
I know you've all been craving the second installment of "Adventures in Driving." Today's (very short) topic pretty much fell in my lap as I was reading The Shanghai Daily online. Here's a quote from the paper:
"The measures include installing a signal controller on the buses to make sure they always get a green light when they reach a crossroad."
This is really an amazing idea. I have to admit, when I lived in Oklahoma, I would have paid good money for a trick like this! But those of us who live or have lived in southeastern Michigan realize the havoc that messing with the signals can create on the roads. I'm wondering if any of the local transportation gurus have really thought this through.
Shanghai has a lot of buses. What happens if 2 buses approach the same light from different directions? Or if a bus comes up behind a broken* car and is stuck there for a while? I almost can't process the crazy scenarios careening through my mind!
Next time we'll talk about red lights and learn why none of what you just read really matters.
If you'd like to read the entire article, try this link (I have a moderate level of success accessing articles from places other than the main webpage): http://www.shanghaidaily.com/nsp/Metro/2012/04/19/New%2Bbus%2Bservices%2Bto%2Bshare%2Bburden%2Bof%2BMetro/
*Broken is Mr. Mao's term for any vehicle that has been in an accident or has died on the road.
"The measures include installing a signal controller on the buses to make sure they always get a green light when they reach a crossroad."
This is really an amazing idea. I have to admit, when I lived in Oklahoma, I would have paid good money for a trick like this! But those of us who live or have lived in southeastern Michigan realize the havoc that messing with the signals can create on the roads. I'm wondering if any of the local transportation gurus have really thought this through.
Shanghai has a lot of buses. What happens if 2 buses approach the same light from different directions? Or if a bus comes up behind a broken* car and is stuck there for a while? I almost can't process the crazy scenarios careening through my mind!
Next time we'll talk about red lights and learn why none of what you just read really matters.
If you'd like to read the entire article, try this link (I have a moderate level of success accessing articles from places other than the main webpage): http://www.shanghaidaily.com/nsp/Metro/2012/04/19/New%2Bbus%2Bservices%2Bto%2Bshare%2Bburden%2Bof%2BMetro/
*Broken is Mr. Mao's term for any vehicle that has been in an accident or has died on the road.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
6 Months
We've passed the 6 month mark here in Shanghai! This is a big milestone as most of our culture shock should have passed by this time. I know you're all wondering, "Has it passed?" I'm happy to report that, for the most part, our culture shock has passed and we have settled in.
We've enjoyed visits from several family members over the last month or so. I didn't even really realize we had passed our 6 month milestone because we've been having so much fun! M's sister, my brother, and my parents all came to visit recently. It was interesting to see their reactions to our new city and how those compared with our original impressions and how we feel today. We've definitely come a long way. I met a woman this week who is new to Shanghai. She's been here for about a month. When I asked her how she liked it (and told her not to worry about holding back!) she said something I thought was brilliant! She said, "Every day there are at least one or two kicks in the pants." I was able to tell her that at the 6 month mark the kicks in the pants for me have dwindled down to once per week.
So that's where we are. The weather is improving - it's like May in Michigan. M and I are sure this is helping our attitudes. Also, with my parents visiting, I noticed that my Shanghai skill-set has significantly improved. Here's what I can do at 6 months:
- I know where I'm going! I can "read" my map (it's in Chinese, but I'm able to locate roads based on our vicinity & sometimes the characters) and identify where we're headed and where we've come from.
- A corollary to the first point is that I can tell a taxi driver where to go. (Yay!!) I don't have to take taxis often since we have Mr. Mao, but those 4 times a month or so that I do need a taxi, it's a huge relief to be able to communicate, even if it is only on a basic level.
- I can bargain in Mandarin! I just realized the full extent of my ability while my parents were here. It was funny to realize how impressive I might have sounded to my parents (I remember feeling impressed with the friends that took me on my first shopping trips here), all the while knowing that my language skills are still limited. I can ask the price and with the more patient vendors, can understand the response & negotiate verbally. (When that doesn't work, we just pull out the calculator.) I can tell them it's too expensive or I don't want it. Of course, in two short weeks, my parents were pros at that too!
- Perhaps the biggest thing I can do now is surf the Internet. I know that sounds crazy, but the Internet is different here. There's not a lot available in English and often what is available isn't translated well. I'm feeling so much more confident in my ability to find things online related to my life over here. This is a huge lifeline!
It's hard to believe that in less than 2 months, the kids and I will be back in Michigan for the summer. Stay tuned for what I'm sure will be lots of drama when I step foot into Target for the first time in 9 months!
We've enjoyed visits from several family members over the last month or so. I didn't even really realize we had passed our 6 month milestone because we've been having so much fun! M's sister, my brother, and my parents all came to visit recently. It was interesting to see their reactions to our new city and how those compared with our original impressions and how we feel today. We've definitely come a long way. I met a woman this week who is new to Shanghai. She's been here for about a month. When I asked her how she liked it (and told her not to worry about holding back!) she said something I thought was brilliant! She said, "Every day there are at least one or two kicks in the pants." I was able to tell her that at the 6 month mark the kicks in the pants for me have dwindled down to once per week.
So that's where we are. The weather is improving - it's like May in Michigan. M and I are sure this is helping our attitudes. Also, with my parents visiting, I noticed that my Shanghai skill-set has significantly improved. Here's what I can do at 6 months:
- I know where I'm going! I can "read" my map (it's in Chinese, but I'm able to locate roads based on our vicinity & sometimes the characters) and identify where we're headed and where we've come from.
- A corollary to the first point is that I can tell a taxi driver where to go. (Yay!!) I don't have to take taxis often since we have Mr. Mao, but those 4 times a month or so that I do need a taxi, it's a huge relief to be able to communicate, even if it is only on a basic level.
- I can bargain in Mandarin! I just realized the full extent of my ability while my parents were here. It was funny to realize how impressive I might have sounded to my parents (I remember feeling impressed with the friends that took me on my first shopping trips here), all the while knowing that my language skills are still limited. I can ask the price and with the more patient vendors, can understand the response & negotiate verbally. (When that doesn't work, we just pull out the calculator.) I can tell them it's too expensive or I don't want it. Of course, in two short weeks, my parents were pros at that too!
- Perhaps the biggest thing I can do now is surf the Internet. I know that sounds crazy, but the Internet is different here. There's not a lot available in English and often what is available isn't translated well. I'm feeling so much more confident in my ability to find things online related to my life over here. This is a huge lifeline!
It's hard to believe that in less than 2 months, the kids and I will be back in Michigan for the summer. Stay tuned for what I'm sure will be lots of drama when I step foot into Target for the first time in 9 months!
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Lunch Choices
The catalyst for this post is M's lunch today. His lunch, a selection of items in the cafeteria, is provided by his employer, so most days he takes advantage. But before I get to that, I want to tell you about a lunch I had a few months ago that I haven't taken the opportunity to blog about before today.
A couple of months ago I was out shopping with my friend, K. She had told me about a fabric market and asked if I'd like to go with her sometime. I'm not one to turn down a trip to a market with someone who's already familiar, and besides loving fabric, K is one of my favorite people to hang out with here so of course I took her up on the offer! This particular market, Qing Fang, is about an hour away from our neighborhood which means we needed to get some lunch while we were out. On top of that, we knew K had a Mandarin lesson that afternoon so we had a specific timetable to stick to.
Now, if any of you have ever shopped with me, you know I can cram a lot of shopping into one window. I'm not slow, but I also don't finish quickly. That's because there is always more to see! K is the same and together we weren't doing ourselves any favors. Besides, there are many hundreds of stalls to look at - we were kidding ourselves to try to cram this trip into a couple of hours!
Before we knew it, we were almost out of time, and HUNGRY. No time to find a McDonald's today! We followed our noses to the food and quickly realized that we were WAY out of our league.
There was no English menu.
The restaurant with the picture menu was closed (or doesn't serve Westerners?).
So we hit the cafeteria-style restaurant line. This starts with a selection of raw vegetables and meats. We get a basket and add what we think looks good (or familiar/safe). We give the basket to the cashier and pay our $2 (no joke!), then move to the cooking area. The cook adds our ingredients into a basket (one for me, one for K, about 10 others are empty) in a large pot of boiling water. Or at least I assume it started as boiling water. Now it's become a community broth, flavored by whatever meat and veggie choices have passed through to this point on this day. Once everything is cooked, it is dipped back into a large bowl with a healthy scoop of broth and we are asked if we want any seasonings. I have no idea what the seasonings are, so I point at a few and they are added. The cook lets me know that one is spicy and I motion that he should only use a little. They give us our food and we're done. But wait! We wanted some of the cafeteria-style selections. Back to the register I go where I use a series of hand motions to describe what I want. After only a little confusion, I end up with a meat/peanut dish and we grab a table.
The soup was interesting. I wound up with what I think was pork. K had chicken that was MUCH tastier. We both had noodles and some bread in our soup. We were both more than a little afraid of what we had gotten ourselves into and were happy to have the peanut chicken dish. We were also happy to have had hepatitis vaccinations.
This is the kind of experience that makes your vacation exciting, yet makes you wonder about the place you live.
For that matter, so is what M was offered at lunch today:
A couple of months ago I was out shopping with my friend, K. She had told me about a fabric market and asked if I'd like to go with her sometime. I'm not one to turn down a trip to a market with someone who's already familiar, and besides loving fabric, K is one of my favorite people to hang out with here so of course I took her up on the offer! This particular market, Qing Fang, is about an hour away from our neighborhood which means we needed to get some lunch while we were out. On top of that, we knew K had a Mandarin lesson that afternoon so we had a specific timetable to stick to.
Now, if any of you have ever shopped with me, you know I can cram a lot of shopping into one window. I'm not slow, but I also don't finish quickly. That's because there is always more to see! K is the same and together we weren't doing ourselves any favors. Besides, there are many hundreds of stalls to look at - we were kidding ourselves to try to cram this trip into a couple of hours!
Before we knew it, we were almost out of time, and HUNGRY. No time to find a McDonald's today! We followed our noses to the food and quickly realized that we were WAY out of our league.
There was no English menu.
The restaurant with the picture menu was closed (or doesn't serve Westerners?).
So we hit the cafeteria-style restaurant line. This starts with a selection of raw vegetables and meats. We get a basket and add what we think looks good (or familiar/safe). We give the basket to the cashier and pay our $2 (no joke!), then move to the cooking area. The cook adds our ingredients into a basket (one for me, one for K, about 10 others are empty) in a large pot of boiling water. Or at least I assume it started as boiling water. Now it's become a community broth, flavored by whatever meat and veggie choices have passed through to this point on this day. Once everything is cooked, it is dipped back into a large bowl with a healthy scoop of broth and we are asked if we want any seasonings. I have no idea what the seasonings are, so I point at a few and they are added. The cook lets me know that one is spicy and I motion that he should only use a little. They give us our food and we're done. But wait! We wanted some of the cafeteria-style selections. Back to the register I go where I use a series of hand motions to describe what I want. After only a little confusion, I end up with a meat/peanut dish and we grab a table.
The soup was interesting. I wound up with what I think was pork. K had chicken that was MUCH tastier. We both had noodles and some bread in our soup. We were both more than a little afraid of what we had gotten ourselves into and were happy to have the peanut chicken dish. We were also happy to have had hepatitis vaccinations.
This is the kind of experience that makes your vacation exciting, yet makes you wonder about the place you live.
For that matter, so is what M was offered at lunch today:
Boiled bones anyone?
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Simplicity
I can't count the number of times in my life that I've wished things were simpler. There are plenty of days that it seems technology has unnecessarily complicated things and that we'd be better of the way things used to be. Somehow, for me, that would be the time of the pioneers. I have no idea why! You'd think I'd go back to New Testament times, or even Adam & Eve.
But what does simplicity really mean?
Does it mean having fewer choices at the grocery store?
Does it mean not having your own car?
Maybe it means forgoing heat in the winter?
Maybe it just means having someone to clean your house?
All of those things are true in my life, yet I don't feel the simplicity of it. I feel the discomfort. I'm cold in church and at the grocery store. I long for the days when I didn't have to plan my winter wardrobe based on which building I was going to visit. As I'm being driven to the hardware store 5 miles from Carrefour instead of the one around the block, I'm wondering how to ask my driver what we're doing without embarrassing him. True, I don't have to clean my floors or my bathrooms, but I'm still living with someone making piles instead of putting things away. So here I am with what seems like a simpler life that really isn't any less complicated than before. It's just different.
I can't go back to a simpler time. There may be a simpler place on this earth, but I'm not sure I want to live there. I'm learning that the mystery of simplicity lies in personal preference. The World English Dictionary defines simple as "consisting of one element or party only, not combined or complex." I think that means life can only be simple if it's just me. If that's the case, I guess I don't crave simplicity. One isn't enough for me! So starting today I'm going to stop yearning for something simpler and embrace what I've been given - this complicated life! To borrow from our preacher on Sunday - I'm going to take the Shanghais with the Shanglows. God, please give me the grace to do so.
But what does simplicity really mean?
Does it mean having fewer choices at the grocery store?
Does it mean not having your own car?
Maybe it means forgoing heat in the winter?
Maybe it just means having someone to clean your house?
All of those things are true in my life, yet I don't feel the simplicity of it. I feel the discomfort. I'm cold in church and at the grocery store. I long for the days when I didn't have to plan my winter wardrobe based on which building I was going to visit. As I'm being driven to the hardware store 5 miles from Carrefour instead of the one around the block, I'm wondering how to ask my driver what we're doing without embarrassing him. True, I don't have to clean my floors or my bathrooms, but I'm still living with someone making piles instead of putting things away. So here I am with what seems like a simpler life that really isn't any less complicated than before. It's just different.
I can't go back to a simpler time. There may be a simpler place on this earth, but I'm not sure I want to live there. I'm learning that the mystery of simplicity lies in personal preference. The World English Dictionary defines simple as "consisting of one element or party only, not combined or complex." I think that means life can only be simple if it's just me. If that's the case, I guess I don't crave simplicity. One isn't enough for me! So starting today I'm going to stop yearning for something simpler and embrace what I've been given - this complicated life! To borrow from our preacher on Sunday - I'm going to take the Shanghais with the Shanglows. God, please give me the grace to do so.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Sit-in
During my unplanned hiatus from the (technologically) free world, I gained some perspective on our new digs. First, along with Facebook, the Great Firewall also blocks the supremely dangerous Target.com. WATCH OUT! More importantly, I had an epiphany about Chinese culture in general. Let me take the long route to explain:
We have experienced a lot of behaviors here that would be incredibly offensive back home. Some things seem straightforward, such as not waiting in line, pushing, etc. Others are more complicated - or maybe more surprising, like when the refrigerator repairman told me to change the number to 3 and wait a few days, despite the fact that I had tried all the numbers already!
Matt and I have spent quite a bit of time trying to solve the mystery of how shoving through the subway door is not offensive. I mean, if this happened at home, there would be fights! Most of the shoving, cutting off, and ignoring people back home winds up being malicious. Not here. It's weird.
A couple of weeks ago, I finally figured it out! Let me share a story. It doesn't define my cultural epiphany, but it was definitely the catalyst for understanding.
Our house is situated near the main gate of our community. In fact, our back yard backs up to the gates that can close and keep people in or out of the compound. I've never actually seen these gates shut as we have a guard shack just beyond the gates to control traffic through the neighborhood.
This particular day, I was in the living room and heard shouting near the main gate. After a few minutes of shouting, I decided to see what was going on. The best vantage point is from our bedroom so I scooted upstairs for a better look. I pulled open the curtains to see a man (I would guess around 50 years old) sitting in the middle of the entrance gate. I didn't realize it at the time, but he had a buddy (maybe in his 30s?) occupying the exit gate. The man in the entrance gate was shouting at one of the office managers and a security guard. There was also a police car (a first for me to see in our neighborhood!) with 2 officers near the front gate.
I quickly spotted my friend's dog, a St. Bernard, with her Ayi and thought the dog must have knocked the guy over or something. I let my friend know what I was seeing and then just spied my little heart out for the next 30 minutes or so. During this time more police officers arrived, bringing the total to 8. I watched the man go into the office, then after a short time, return to take his seat in the drive. By this time, my friend had let me know that her Ayi came home and told her this man was unhappy with his Chinese New Year wages.
So he was having a sit-in. With a friend to help him since there are two driveways.
Ok, a sit-in is a legitimate form of protest. Not one that we see a lot of individuals doing, but to each his own, right? Sure.
The police take some photos or video with a pocket camera and proceed to escort the two protesters to separate police cars. The friend goes first - carried by his arms and legs because he lays down on the ground when they start the process. Yes, really. Then all 8 of them come back for our main guy. He willingly stands up and walks with them, shouting all the way, but when they get to the car, he won't get in. He just stands straight up, yelling into officers faces the whole time. The officers are gently pushing on his shoulders to try to get him to sit down in the vehicle. After about 5 minutes of this, I gave in and headed to the shower - where I was supposed to be 20 minutes ago.
I called my friend back to relay the rest of the story and while doing so came to a realization:
I am immersed in a culture that acts like children. Suddenly, I can make more sense of those "offensive" behaviors:
- Boarding a subway car with 100 kindergarteners: unnerving, but not offensive.
- A 3 year old yelling at a police officer: alarming, but not rude.
- A 7 year old trying to squeeze between you and your child on the escalator: frustrating, but not anger-inducing.
This awareness has really put some pieces together for me. None of it's malicious, it's not even rude behavior - it's child-like. Except that we're talking about adults. It's been so hard for us to process what we see as rudeness, but looking at it with this new perspective has given us the insight we needed to maintain a positive attitude. Now we just have to master the anticipation of child-like behavior while treating everyone respectfully as adults.
We have experienced a lot of behaviors here that would be incredibly offensive back home. Some things seem straightforward, such as not waiting in line, pushing, etc. Others are more complicated - or maybe more surprising, like when the refrigerator repairman told me to change the number to 3 and wait a few days, despite the fact that I had tried all the numbers already!
Matt and I have spent quite a bit of time trying to solve the mystery of how shoving through the subway door is not offensive. I mean, if this happened at home, there would be fights! Most of the shoving, cutting off, and ignoring people back home winds up being malicious. Not here. It's weird.
A couple of weeks ago, I finally figured it out! Let me share a story. It doesn't define my cultural epiphany, but it was definitely the catalyst for understanding.
Our house is situated near the main gate of our community. In fact, our back yard backs up to the gates that can close and keep people in or out of the compound. I've never actually seen these gates shut as we have a guard shack just beyond the gates to control traffic through the neighborhood.
This particular day, I was in the living room and heard shouting near the main gate. After a few minutes of shouting, I decided to see what was going on. The best vantage point is from our bedroom so I scooted upstairs for a better look. I pulled open the curtains to see a man (I would guess around 50 years old) sitting in the middle of the entrance gate. I didn't realize it at the time, but he had a buddy (maybe in his 30s?) occupying the exit gate. The man in the entrance gate was shouting at one of the office managers and a security guard. There was also a police car (a first for me to see in our neighborhood!) with 2 officers near the front gate.
I quickly spotted my friend's dog, a St. Bernard, with her Ayi and thought the dog must have knocked the guy over or something. I let my friend know what I was seeing and then just spied my little heart out for the next 30 minutes or so. During this time more police officers arrived, bringing the total to 8. I watched the man go into the office, then after a short time, return to take his seat in the drive. By this time, my friend had let me know that her Ayi came home and told her this man was unhappy with his Chinese New Year wages.
So he was having a sit-in. With a friend to help him since there are two driveways.
Ok, a sit-in is a legitimate form of protest. Not one that we see a lot of individuals doing, but to each his own, right? Sure.
The police take some photos or video with a pocket camera and proceed to escort the two protesters to separate police cars. The friend goes first - carried by his arms and legs because he lays down on the ground when they start the process. Yes, really. Then all 8 of them come back for our main guy. He willingly stands up and walks with them, shouting all the way, but when they get to the car, he won't get in. He just stands straight up, yelling into officers faces the whole time. The officers are gently pushing on his shoulders to try to get him to sit down in the vehicle. After about 5 minutes of this, I gave in and headed to the shower - where I was supposed to be 20 minutes ago.
I called my friend back to relay the rest of the story and while doing so came to a realization:
I am immersed in a culture that acts like children. Suddenly, I can make more sense of those "offensive" behaviors:
- Boarding a subway car with 100 kindergarteners: unnerving, but not offensive.
- A 3 year old yelling at a police officer: alarming, but not rude.
- A 7 year old trying to squeeze between you and your child on the escalator: frustrating, but not anger-inducing.
This awareness has really put some pieces together for me. None of it's malicious, it's not even rude behavior - it's child-like. Except that we're talking about adults. It's been so hard for us to process what we see as rudeness, but looking at it with this new perspective has given us the insight we needed to maintain a positive attitude. Now we just have to master the anticipation of child-like behavior while treating everyone respectfully as adults.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Cai Shen
Well, last night was pretty bad. It was the night that the Chinese welcome their god of Money and apparently they all want to be rich. The business of getting rich started early yesterday evening - around 6pm. There was a fairly steady stream of loud fireworks. Here's an example of a few stragglers around 10pm (this is my first video attempt that I've been able to load, and unfortunately the preview gives me an error. I hope you can all see it once I publish the post.):
Things started up again around 11:20pm crescendoing to what I imagine a hurricane would sound like through the midnight hour. It was louder and more rumbling than any thunderstorm I've experienced in Oklahoma or our upstairs bungalow bedroom. Apparently everyone in Shanghai was participating in the idea of making the streets red (with firecracker wrappers).
It was definitely hard to go to sleep. And stay asleep. And there were no bonus pretty lights in the sky since these were purely for the noise.
The BEST part (note the sarcasm) about Cai Shen is that every family has their own lucky time to set off additional noisemakers to get extra rich. What that means is a constant, quieter (on a relative level) stream of booms lasting through the night and into the morning.
I'm tired.
M is tired.
Of course, the kids slept through everything and they are much less tired than we are :). How do kids sleep through so much noise? I'm still incredulous over this.
Here's to quieter nights ahead. I think it's time for a nap...
Things started up again around 11:20pm crescendoing to what I imagine a hurricane would sound like through the midnight hour. It was louder and more rumbling than any thunderstorm I've experienced in Oklahoma or our upstairs bungalow bedroom. Apparently everyone in Shanghai was participating in the idea of making the streets red (with firecracker wrappers).
It was definitely hard to go to sleep. And stay asleep. And there were no bonus pretty lights in the sky since these were purely for the noise.
The BEST part (note the sarcasm) about Cai Shen is that every family has their own lucky time to set off additional noisemakers to get extra rich. What that means is a constant, quieter (on a relative level) stream of booms lasting through the night and into the morning.
I'm tired.
M is tired.
Of course, the kids slept through everything and they are much less tired than we are :). How do kids sleep through so much noise? I'm still incredulous over this.
Here's to quieter nights ahead. I think it's time for a nap...
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