So I think we've decided...

...what day(s) to get married on. We're going to technically get married on 10/24, and count 10/23 and 10/24 as our anniversaries. Ed wants 10/24 because 1024 is how many bytes are in a kilobyte, and I want 10/23 because of Avogadro's number (6.02 x 10^23). It's nice that we found a day us nerds can agree on. I could imagine that most people think about when to get married because they have the time, or that's the best time for the family to gather - for us, it's what day we'd like to be celebrating for the next 50-odd years. Considering what days we like to have as anniversaries, we'll probably get married after we've come back from our honeymoon. Well, since I usually do things out-of-order, this isn't that big of a difference from my overall trend.

Doesn't look like I'm going to yoga this morning - my back was hurting quite a bit last night and I went to bed early. I feel better, but not anything-more-than-restorative-poses. I also can go pick up my cell biology test before my seminar class. That means I have to leave here in just a minute...

Ed and I were looking at destinations for our 'honeymoon' - looks like it's supposed to rain just about everywhere in the caribbean we're looking... so we're looking at the relative percentages. It's actually quite humorous, since predicting the weather that far in advance is a crapshoot anyways.

The first 'room captain' meeting is this afternoon. We get our 'packets' - whatever that means. I have a feeling I might be sitting in a room full of stay-at-home-moms wearing tracksuits and driving SUVs. Not that people can't still be cool and have that sort of an arrangement, but the chances are slimmer than being in a room full of blue-haired chicks with tattoos. Then again, they can be bitches just the same... Regardless, I'm not a room parent for social reasons - I am because of kids, namely mine. Let's hope I don't embarass him anymore than I already have...


Natha's going to Parent's Night Out tonight - so we'll go out to an adult dinner with friends, I think... Ah, the friday-night-adventures of white people living in Brentwood...