Argh. Slightly more than two weeks until the wedding, and we still have a boatload to take care of. The plan as it stands is to drive out from Arizona to Virginia next weekend (the 21st), spend the week at my uncle Fred's place taking care of details and basking in my native atmosphere (+ humidity, - using 3 digits to calculate outside temperature), and then a five-minute ceremony, and then a big party. Barbeque and red linen. E-yeah. Music's courtesy of me, so you know the wedding's gonna be slammin'! Slammin' wedding! We're walking down the aisle to Rammstein's "Du Hast!" Well, no.