The black hole of public transportation

This is a portion of the RTA map showing our new house (we're moving in this weekend). I haven't owned a car in ten years, but it looks like I'll have to get one.

This is a portion of the RTA map showing our new house (we're moving in this weekend). I haven't owned a car in ten years, but it looks like I'll have to get one.
What is with all the pressure to pick a wedding day? Jaysus, we haven't even moved yet. At the earliest, it'll be next spring, but more likely the fall. What goddamn difference does it make now if it's September 6 or October 18?
I'm tempted just to make up a date. How about September 31, 2008?
...according to Google History, I'm pretty boring.
1. en.wikipedia.org - my first stop when I'm wondering "who is that guy?"
2. www.answers.com - apparently, my second stop, though this surprises me.
3. maps.google.com - um, duh
4. www.uwm.edu - self-explanatory
5. www.amazon.com - I did all my Christmas shopping here.
6. www.census.gov - see #4
7. www.wunderground.com - what to wear today?
8. www.weather.com - apparently I don't trust #7
9. lifehacker.com - getting organized
10. www.jsonline.com - the local rag
Sometimes you'd think I was still 23 and a complete idiot.
Last night I went out with a group of people with whom I used to work. It was someone's birthday, and the wine was flowing. I had a bit too much (okay, way too much) on a mostly-empty stomach.
This probably would have been okay, but my fiance had driven home from work just to see me, and he was not overjoyed to have to come pick me up in the rain when I couldn't even stand up straight. To be honest, I'm surprised I recognized his truck. I was that sloshed. I don't think I said a word on the way home.
I puked and went to bed, and woke up with a fat lip, which was probably obtained by banging my face on the porcelain throne.
Klonopin and alcohol do not mix. Repeat as necessary.
I'm doing a freelance database project, and I inquired as to whether they could put me in touch with their designer so the look-and-feel of the db forms matches the site. I got this e-mail this morning.
That's a bad omen, isn't it?I have on our ftp site some photos that Mike has taken that he'd like to have represented on the website. They are currently saved in a word document.
So, on a lark, I threw out the idea of getting married at the historic Oriental Theatre in Milwaukee. It was kind of a joke, but now I'm nearly obsessed with the idea. They have a huge stage, tons of comfortable seating, and even an organ. It's within walking distance of several restaurants that could host a reception. Best of all, we could show a film, presumably of our own making (the boy says he's always wanted to take up filmmaking as a hobby).
I mean, just look at the place! (All pictures copyrighted to Searl and Associates, Architects)

