catching up...

I'm still running. Saturday morning Molly and I headed for the Northerly Island beach, somehow managing to put in 7.5 miles at a 10:00 average, exactly. That's surely the fastest I've ever run that distance, especially considering stoplights n' such. It's good to see all the heat and hill training of Vegas pays off. This week, there's no training plan. I ran just 3 this morning, trying just to clear my head.

and the comedy of errors that was friday... the plan was to pick up champagne on the way to the train station on the way to Milwaukee to get our marriage license. Naturally, the woman in front of me in the 10-items-or-less line would check out 46 items as we're tapping our toes and trying to get out of there, and I switched to a different line where the woman's credit card didn't work and she - get this! - wrote a check. We get out of there finally and then can't find parking for the tandem at the train station, and then the auto ticket machines can't find our reservation, and just in the nick of time a call to Dan to log onto my email has tickets in our hand with 3 minutes to spare. We sprint back to the gate and... doors locked. "We close the doors 2 minutes before departure."

Ugh.

Naturally we took the opportunity to get some things done... like open our joint bank accounts.

You're beautiful, more beautiful than me.
You're honorable, more honorable than me.
Loyal to the Bank of America.
(It's a sign of the times.)

Anyway, we get on the 1pm Amtrak instead, which is running 20+ min late, and gets us to Milwaukee at 3pm (and we have till 3:50 to get the license). Talk about cutting it close! Our mission, though, was a success. A stop at the Milwaukee Ale House and some gawking at a steam engine, and we were on our way home.

Saturday we finalized cake, DJ, ceremony music, and Sunday we worked with Tim to finalize the ceremony itself. Things are falling into place.