Amber and I leave this afternoon to head to the beach for the weekend. We’re going to Virginia Beach — one of my least-favorite places in the world — to see Dave Matthews Band who is playing, coincidentally, on our sixth anniversary. So we figured that we’d make a weekend of it. We’re staying in a hotel that, based on the price, must be lavish. Amber reports that hotels simply cost that much in Virginia Beach, but I’m optimistic. While we’re there, we’ll visit my buddy George, meet up with a bunch of nancies.org folks, and probably eat some seafood or something. If the weather’s good and the concert is enjoyable, I figure everything else will follow suit.