Rio, because our whole engagement was basically less than 48 hours. The whole thing happened over dinner at our local Old Folks Restaurant (Allyson knows which one because we go there for lunch con frequencia.) We barely had wedding rings! I'd love an engagement ring, but I want a ruby in a solitaire setting, not a diamond.

eta though I will admit to always being tempted whenever I go past a jeweller to at least look at diamonds.

Do your wedding rings match?

Also P.S. where'd you get married?

And

I want a ruby in a solitaire setting

Um, what's Lori's email address? I mean, just in case I ever need to reach her.

Yes, the ones we exchanged in May do match. They are simple white gold bands with a serrated style edge. And they are comfort fit. DEFINTELY get the comfort fit because it makes a difference.

Our first ones though? Purchased lickety split at a gift store. They were supposed to be sterling silver, but mine turned my finger green. It would be embarrassing, but what's more embarrassing is that 5 fogey's annulled my marriage.

Um, what's Lori's email address?

BHahahaha!

She knows already.

We got married at San Francisco City Hall, in the rotunda. Same place where Marilyn Monroe married Joe DiMaggio.

Seriously, I'm getting stupider because I couldn't remember the word rotunda on the first pass.

I called you earler to find out which memory stick you buy from JIT.

I never did buy one. I got one free because someone else ordered one and it was the wrong one for them. Sony Memory Stick, 128 MB.

Rio wants to email me? Yay! Whyfor?

Just popping in before I head to bed....

what's more embarrassing is that 5 fogey's annulled my marriage.

Kat, that's not embarrassing, it's shameful. You and Lori are just as much married as DF and I will be (in less than 8 months!), and no one can convince me otherwise. The old fogeys' reasoning was flawed.

t /soapbox

(Sorry. I know this isn't "my" issue, but it pains me to see what's happened in CA.)

Ooh, Rio has pretty, pretty things!

G. just went off line, but he wanted me to say hi to you and Alibelle.

Nice! Hi! (And hi, J!) (For the record, if you see this, Lee. And think to pass it on.)

If I ever get married, I'm going to make sure ita is my maid of honor, in a ruffle turquoise sequin dress with pouffy sleeves and a butt bow the size of a Hummer.

And perhaps a large hat.

Oh, man. Me too, now.

I'll tell him. Alibelle.

A woman in the next building just started screaming (wailing mght be the better word) about her baby Jimmy being gone, and how it wasn't a dream and how it shouldn't be happening, loudly enough to wake me, and it seems several of my neighbors, out of a sound sleep.

Obviously, my first reaction (after whhhaat, whattss goin' on) is to be distressed for this poor woman, and to feel that it is somehow obscene for someone to be in that much pain. The weird thing is that there's a part of my still mostly asleep brain that has a memory of her doing the same thing a few days ago. I don't know if it is deja vu, or if she really did it and I wasn't awake enough to process it fully, but the memory is definitely there.