Them cats is self-mobilizing, I hear tell. Never know when one of them is going to show up and plunk hisself down.

The Red Line turned out not to be screwed up yesterday morning. However, a big water main broke in Kendall Square last night, so the late commuters had to be bussed around the flooded tunnel. Both problems are really not the MBTA's fault, but oy, what a mess for the passengers.

Which would include me, and I'd better get going already....

::pokes head in thread::

Nilly? Happy lunch. Please let me say how odd it feels knowing that you're going to lunch when I should be going to lunch, and instead I'm eating breakfast.

Timelies, all!

Does anyone remember how I was all "Yay, I'm going with my choir to Greece in June!" last fall? Yeah, well, it turns out not so much. The other choir director who was organizing things apparently didn't, so Greece will have to do without our musical stylings. Damnit.

On the upside, I was able to use the money I'd saved for the trip to pay off the last of my credit cards. (I'm now waiting for my car to spontaneously combust, thus putting the debt right back on. But still, it'll be a nice 15 minutes or whatever of being credit card debtless.) And I bought myself a consolation prize of Wonderfalls dvds and Todd Rundgren's A Capella. So on the whole I'm feeling kinda mellow about the whole thing.

Oh, who am I kidding. I'm bummed. But I'll get over it.

Re: peak ages. When I was 19 I was kinda pretty and had no idea, and thus couldn't capitalize on it. There was a lot of "Why is he looking at me? My hair must totally suck today or maybe my shirt's doing something weird. Why am I such a hopeless freak, why?" Thank Gaia I didn't peak sexually then, since I didn't get it on with another person until I was 21. For reasons that are probably obvious.

Age 25 was much better. And I have firm hopes for 37-38.

SA, I miss seeing you early in the morning. Have a great first day back at school.

Count me as boggled that Gus is not fending off women with, um a big stick. That said, if there was anyone who looked less good than me at nineteen, I'm boggled by that, too. So. hideous.(If that's the best it gets, I wish this town had more bridges for me to roll off of.)I hope it's better now.

Oh Calli, how disappointing re Greece.

When I say I peaked at 26/27, I just meant in physical appearance, ftr.

We bought our wedding rings at the same place we bought the engagement ring. But not at the same time, and not on purpose. The stone on my engagement ring doesn't sit right on a regular ring, so I got a band that has a mirroring curve of my stone.

Sadly, we went to the jeweler this past weekend and it looked to be out of business. Glad we were able to support small local business while we could, though. Tom joked, that maybe if we'd bought a diamond, they'd still be in business.

I think I haven't quite reached my peak. I've noticed that my appearance has gotten better as my attitude about myself has gotten better.

Hey, so, like, where do we get our wedding bands? From the same place as the engagement ring, or does it matter?

If you like the jeweler, then yes -- a good one will be willing to advise you on what styles will look good with your engagement ring, how different metals will wear over time, and so on. It's also worth finding one that you can trust with future repairs.

(On the other hand, the nasty mall places don't even want you to look unless you've already more or less promised to buy from them, won't do repairs on things that weren't bought there, won't so much as let you try on the ring sizing widgets without an immediate purchase glinting in their greedy eyes. Run, don't walk, etc.)

The looked better at 19 thing? Totally not true for me. I look much awesomer now than I did at 19. (In part, because I am okay with looking awesome now, and was not then.) I am apparently also the only person I know who was plump as a teenager, and became slim as an adult (through no especial effort).

I would venture that most women aren't done baking at 19, and tend to look true cookies in their 30s. Unless they are of the ilk of Meryl Streep, who is quite the cookie at 50-something.