Small thoughts....

• They had cake at the firm today to celebrate anniversaries of employment with the firm (how romantic!) and birthdays (they skipped both December and January which would've been my birthday and anniversary [which would've been awkward at the time], respectively, it's worth noting). I didn't go. Partly because I'm a cubicle misanthrope and mostly because I'm trying to shed a little weight. Not for the wedding. I mean, yes, I want to look all hot and shit for my wedding (and I want to be in good enough shape that I can dance until 4 in the morning while drinking trainloads of booze and still be able to get up for brunch the next day at 9). But really, I just need to lose weight for the rest of my life. I'm sure my recent commitment to excercise is induced by the wedding, but I think it also has to do with me recently turning 30. It's not that I think I'm gonna die anytime soon, but I feel much more mortal than I did 5 years ago. This, I think, is a good thing.
• 50 days until the wedding (or the obsessive countdown continues...)
• I (along with Dinah) was in Grinnell last weekend doing some last preparation for the wedding. Things are going well, I think. We were talking to the florist about the timing of the setup and I suddenly asked if she would call me and let me see the room when they're done. Not because I want to check-up on them, because she is awesome and will do a good time, but I just wanted to see the room. It was the first moment when I could actually see it in my head instead of imagine what it could be. That's a great feeling.
• While in Iowa over the weekend, we stayed with my Mom. Good times. It was nice to see her alone. A lot more quality time. The highlight had to be going to the same bar (called Bourbon Street and probably less classy than the New Orleans area it's named after. Really.) I used to drink underage when I was in college. And it was her idea. She had 3 beers, I think. And it was clear she hadn't had 3 beers in quite a while. Heh.
• Our first decline for the wedding was an uncle of mine. He was probably the most likely of my father's side to make it. A couple invites are still out, so it's hard to know, but it looks like the crazy should be at a minimum (on that front anyway). I'll probably have under 10 people there who are actually related to me, which doesn't really bother me. It just seems odd. The people I most want there are the friends I don't see enough of. I'm much closer to them than the people who I share DNA with.
• yeah, I was too lazy to write separate entries for all this stuff...eh...it's been a busy time.