If you happened to hear a loud 'AARRGH!' coming from the general direction of the Midwest yesterday evening, that was me. Sorry about that.
Let me explain.
I think I mentioned the other day that I had developed a sudden and unexplained case of Vegas fever. I expected it to pass quickly, but it didn't. Yesterday afternoon I killed a few minutes looking at airfares. Not cheap, but possibly doable. Hotel, not a problem. I checked my calendar and found that I didn't have any appearances or appointments scheduled for Friday, June 8. Just maybe I could make the WPBT gathering.
And then I went home.
I got the mail.
Included in the mail was an oversized envelope that could only be one thing ...
A wedding invitation.
I didn't even have to open it to know, but open it I did. Sure enough: Friday, June 8, 2007 in the evening. Reception to follow.
Plans go pfffft, I say AARRGH. Stupid weddings.