Man, remember when this wedding was supposed to be all simple and stuff? Sheesh. Thanks to a new stooge being in charge of the Georgia Department of Revenue, there is a sudden re-interpretation of law that says breweries cannot have parties on their premises. Including, it seems, my wedding reception. So, remember all that about the super-cool brewery and it's neato arrangements of sofas and industrial-hip decor? Yeah, never mind that. Let's just try not to pine for such things. So now we're back to the drawing board, thankfully not completely clueless, though, since our contact at the brewery is nicely helping us try to find a new place on short notice. We have a couple of leads, hopefully will make a decision next week. All this happened the day before our invitations were to be printed, so we had to scurry to get those stopped. So now those are held up, too, pending a new plan. Look, I'm not telling anyone what to do, how to feel, what's right and what's wrong. I'm just sayin', if you happen to be near the Georgia DOR offices, and you happen to need to take a crap, well then, my friends, I can suggest an arrangement.

In happier (though old now) wedding news, I got a new wedding dress. I decided, rather rashly, as I sometimes do, that I didn't like the first try, and since that one could be taken back to the store, I got something else. Here's what it looks like, if you're not Geoffrey and you want to see it.

Shout-out to Sara (who of all people needs a blog soooo bad), who came up for a visit last week. She spoiled us by making us yummy dinners. Briefly, I myself became inspired to cook more, vowing to do so at least every Thursday, when I'm off work and have time and don't come home starving and grouchy. But I already broke the vow last Thursday, when I was too lazy to go shopping for food and it was just too damn hot to cook.

Work is entering a new era of suckage, I believe. I seem to have become somewhat ill-behaved lately. I turned down my boss last week when he "asked" (I use quotes because he never really wants to know your answer when he asks something) me to the front page, grumbling that I feel like I do it all the time. So now, of course, his logical and extremely grown-up response has seemed to be to never have me do it. And then, coming in to work yesterday after a weekend to find a bitchy e-mail from him about a lack of productivity from a committee he "volunteered" me to be on, I told him I was hesitant to do much with this committee because the last two I'd been on here had died off after I'd expended a lot of time and energy with them (remember the war desk???). So I suggested he find a new co-chair and leave me out of it. I don't think he liked that either, but I feel much better for having said it and plus I don't have to deal with the stupid committee anymore.

I'm still thinking about trying to get some freelance writing gigs, I even bought Writers Market 2004 because that's what you're supposed to do. After the wedding, I think, I'll really work hard toward pursuing that. That and a new job that doesn't suck ...

LISTENING TO: Just some old stuff. Some Jayhawks (in preparation for a Lucinda Williams/Jayhawks show at the end of the month, woo-hoo!), some Lyle (in preparation for his new album soon, woo-hoo again!). Oh, and the YEAH YEAH YEAHs. They're way too cool for me, but I listen to them anyway and pretend they are my friends.