Tempus Fugit

As you may have noticed (or not), I have not yet posted all about the lovely shower of yester-weekend, but what you may also realize is that I also have not had a terrific night's sleep in quite some time, either. And hey, Matt still hasn't gotten around to his first post on here, so I guess I'm doing pretty well. Both Matt and I are stirring at this late hour, despite being very tired because, I guess counting sheep isn't working out for us for now.

We did, for the first time since perhaps March go to the movies tonight (yes, we've only been engaged/planning to move since June, but we apparently had many other pressing activities in April and May). It was awesome to see, even if the movie (The Black Dahlia) had a lot of marginal and unresolved sub-plot issues. Afterward, we stopped at a photo booth where we got pictures with the heading of "90% Angel." (We thought that one was a lot funnier than "Love" or "Happy Halloween." We are probably only 90% angel if added together, and even that might be a stretch.) It felt like olden times when we went on dates and hardly knew each other--you know, like eight or nine months ago. As we walked carefree out to the parking lot after the movie, we were both kind of struck with the fact that within 48 hours, we'll be married. That sounds like a buzz kill or something, but it was more like a kick in the shins that you both want and need, but would prefer not to ask for.

I am mostly all packed to go to Galveston tomorrow for our rehearsal and all, and if there's something I haven't done at this point, well, it's probably just not happening. So say a little prayer for us and we'll be thinking of you as you travel from near and far to share this special (and a little scary) time with us. We're really looking forward to it.

See you really, really soon,

Wed Dog