Maybe there won't be marriage, maybe there won't be sex, but by God there'll be dancing!

Hooray, finally bought my San Francisco ticket. They had cheaper tickets, but I paid a little more in order to have a flight time of under four hours rather than 7-8 hours, plus this flight gets in Thursday morning rather than Friday night. Gee.

But that will be the weekend after next, as Emily is getting married May 17th. D unfortunately cannot go, as they are opening a brand new store and that's their big weekend. So I'll be piddling around on my own! At least I'll have a bitchin' camera with me, either cinema Mark's or my own. But since I'm not planning on shooting a wedding with a point-and-shoot, I'll have someone's sweet camera with me for sure!

And the honeymoon is going to be Bali...



Which, you know, looks okaaaay I guess. If you're into that sort of thing. Which I am.

Finally saw Lars and the Real Girl, which I started to think was going to be depressing. However, it was really cute and sweet.



That is definitely one small town, but I was willing to go with it. Very cute and very unusual.

I also started A Boy and His Dog--this sci-fi thing on my Netfux queue that, thanks to my laptop, I was able to start on instant download. I almost said screw it after ten minutes, but it seems to have a rabid following of (potentially delusional) fans who have given it four stars. I'll get back to it later, but a voiced-over dog and a very young Don Johnson aren't enough so far.

And The Savages arrived in the mail yesterday, so time to hide the razors!