i had a nice long weekend with danny over labor day, enjoying his company and his (or “our,” really) much larger, much smooshier mattress. i was happy to get out of houston for a while to a land where gas prices were surprisingly a full twenty cents cheaper. we had a dinner-movie date. a bloomin onion and some steak followed by the forty-year-old virgin, which was not only funny but also included an appearance of my beautiful friend amy’s twin sister sarah.
later we went to round rock, near austin, to browse wedding stationery possibilities. we found something we really liked — probably the only element of the wedding that will come in under budget — and figured out the text we’re going to use for our save the date cards. soon he’s going to start designing them. there are definitely benefits to marrying someone as talented as danny. and this wedding planning thing — it’s kind of nice. i feel very relaxed about it right now, which i’m sure will change later.
meanwhile i am struggling through our mutual friend. as i told beth, this is my first dickens BOOK (as opposed to a dickens book — i’ve already read tale of two cities and hard times) and i am both awed and horrified at its heftiness. it is a doorstop. it must have been a dickens novel that inspired the invention of the word “tome,” a term that not only describes a book but also the sound such books make when they hit the floor — an echoing, ominous noise that assures you that you will never, in fact, finish this book. and if you do, you will never be able to keep track of the small city of characters included therein. my professor has not decided how we’re going to report on this text. we’re either going to go the conventional way and write a paper or come up with a multi-media web-inspired graphics-heavy presentation depicting the circulation of objects in the book. i have never wanted to write a paper more in my entire academic career.
in other news, a huge shout-out to my former roommate and talented friend sandy, who recently scored a newspaper gig in columbus. i will call you soon to gush, but i’m proud of you, sizzle!
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