Before I blow my brains out, I will first tell you that we are perhaps closing this Thursday. My telling you is vaguely akin to Mob not wanting the "jinx thoughts" to actually leak out his ears and end up having to work late. I probably just screwed myself merely by telling you. Oh well, I'm used to it.
I am just about done.
Well, it looks like we may move the wedding to Saturday the 28th rather than the 29th; it will make it much easier for the people flying in. And we don't really care, so why not. And I am also thinking, for the honeymoon...wait for it...yes, Austin! I know, give it a couple posts and I'll be espousing the romantic power of Cool Beans and why don't more people spend their honeymoons in Denton? But seriously, it will be nice to see Austin again and show D all my favorite places. AND, the real reason: the 2nd part of the honeymoon will be a weekend (and by 'weekend' I mean at least Thursday--Sunday) in December in NYC, during which time we CAN see Black 47 and watch Julianne Moore in The Vertical Hour. That's the plan for this five minute span of time, anyhoo.
And this way, he can actually eat at Hudson's On the Bend (the wonderful place where I tried rattlesnake and bear...I'm hoping to try their 'roo meat this time; ignore what it looks like, click on the pot that says 'menu'), Salt Lick (THE place for BBQ, even though I secretly always preferred Scholz Garten or even County Line), and surely at least eight good Mexican places. And I've also been pricing the hot air balloon rides...why not. Even if that is the thunderstomy time of year. And hey, even if it does thunderstorm, it's a honeymoon, I'm sure we'll find something to do!
I was perusing the Alamo Drafthouse website, though (downtown, naturally), and they seem to have let up on the cool midnights. The hell's up with that? Seems like Mr. Sinus Theatre is every weekend instead. And hey, that's fun, too, but still...
And the dickholes at Netflix are on my very serious shitlist. Almost always if you send something back Saturday, and something on your list permieres Tuesday, they send it out Monday. EVERY. TIME. SO. FAR. But since this time it's season 2 of House, M.D., well....eh, not so much. Those jerks. Grr.
Ok, this may be the dullest blog entry ever. I try.