It’s official, now that we have spent real money on it. We are gettin married next April 23 at the Forest Hill Club House. We dropped off the deposit check on this misty grey morning, and brought the caterer with us to scope out the huge kitchen. She loved the place, too. I am wicked excited.

Work is deserted today. I still have some crap to do though, but once I get around to that, I am off to the gym, and then home, yay.

I wonder if I should email apartment lady. This is like dating. Should I call? I don’t want to sound too eager! But I want them to know I am still interested! Etc. I just want her to know that I am totally prepared to write a check, mang. Do it.

But there is actually another place we want to look at this weekend, but it’s way the hell out in Laurel Heights, so. Hmm. But it’s relatively inexpensive and has three bedrooms. Which is insane. We would each have our own office! Decadent.

No plans yet for this weekend, but Brian is currently trying to organize a barbecue for Monday with pals. Mmmmmm burgrssss.