...and they got married. The ceremony was nice; I must say I teared up a few times. Mr. Wonderful and I decided to skip out on the dance part of the evening, mostly because it was way out of the boonies, and we wanted the option of going drinking downtown if we felt like it. Word was we missed a pretty sweet party, but we had fun nevertheless. We walked downtown, looking for a place to happen, but found none. So, we bought some liquor, and brought the party back to our hotel room. The party peaked at about 9pm. Mr. Wonderful passed out at about 12, and I watched Sex in the City over the sounds of his snoring.

All in all, it was an excelllent weekend - though for some reason, I don't think it's properly conveyed from the last paragraph. I'm spending the next few days house and cat sitting for Jallapeno, which is a treat. She has digital cable, two cats, and an apartment that is not 5 feet underground. I woke up this morning with the sun in my face! THE SUN!

I am, as a matter of fact, all caught up on my work this afternoon, so I'm listening to late 80's pop. Hightlights have been I Wanna Sex You Up, and Unskinny Bop, which is currently playing.

For now, I'm going to slide on over to ye old sex blog to write about how the weekend really went.