I am not a happy monkey.

To be fair, I'm not entirely unhappy either. Mostly just frustrated. There is a wedding-related issue that someone other than Will or I has decided to take control of, and while it may not be a big deal, I feel very ganged up on. So I did the logical (cry-baby) thing and called my father, because I knew that he would agree with me. Now it is just a matter of time and discussion to try to remind everyone else that this is not about them. Yes, I am selfish. Last time I checked, only Will and I had opinions that counted.

There. Just had to get that off my chest. I won't be giving any details, because for the time being it's a private matter. I just needed a brief rant, and felt the need to explain (albeit poorly) why I am so very grumpy.

Everything else about this weekend was wonderful. Will came home on Friday with his arms full of pressies. He gave me potted tulips, a box of chocolates, a bottle of champagne, an amazingly wonderful CD he made, and another potted flower that I keep forgetting the name of. It's really, really pretty. I made him a nice dinner, and we spent most of the evening sitting on the couch, staring at each other, most likely with goofy expressions on our faces. I think we were entitled. Six years. Gee whiz, that's a long time.

On Saturday we went out for lunch. We ate at an Indian restaurant, then went into Hollywood and stopped off at the Origins store. I'd only intended to purchase their salt butter bath stuff, but was suckered into some really terrific face products. They sell some other things, including an amazing body moisturizer, that I am just dying to go back for, but apparently you pay for quality, and we don't have that sort of money lying around.

That reminds me, I think I need a really nice, long bath.

Saturday night we watched Fritz Lang's M. Unfortunately, the quality of the print combined with the white subtitles made my head hurt, and I fell asleep during part of it. The really sad part is that it was the Criterion edition, which means it's the best there is. It did look very good, all things considered, but the whites just hurt my eyes. Maybe it is time that I looked into getting new glasses. I'm started to get headaches more frequently again.

On Sunday we went grocery shopping. Our fridge is so full! I love that. Sunday evening we went to Alan and Kim's for a Presidents Day party. It was supposed to be on the day itself (Monday), but Corey Feldman messed everything up. Don't ask. It was a nice gathering, and we got to see our beloved Sean. They've given him another episode of Everwood to write, and it sounds like a good one! I am very excited. (Speaking of Everwood, I think there was a new episode last night, but we didn't watch. Yay for Big Sunday!)

Yesterday we met with Emmy to talk about wedding invitations. I'm quite pleased with the possibilities we came up with. We need to send out our "Save the Date" letters soon, but first have to finish looking into local hotels and reserve a block of rooms at one of them. Will volunteered to do this, so I suppose that I will take charge of the dreadfully important (not) task of choosing paper to print them on. I think if we go with something slightly heavier than regular printer paper (around resume weight) we can just fold them and tape them shut, stick on a stamp, and send them off without envelopes. We will obviously address them as well. We also decided to use postcards for the reply cards in the invites, which I am pleased about: less postage and less dainty. I am not fond of dainty. I am also not fond of people who obsess over wedding details, so I am going to go flog myself now. And by flog myself, I mean take that soothing bath and sort the laundry.

Oh! One more wedding thing, and then I promise I'm done. I need some opinions - should I put together a wedding website, with information about hotels and local entertainment and the like? I think it's probably a good idea, as we could put all of the crucial information in one place (crucial as in registry information, of course), but it also has the potential to be a lot of work, and I don't know if everyone we're inviting has computers.

In conclusion, we also watched Alien: Resurrection this weekend, which I liked better the first time I saw it, and Metropolis, which is a two hour pro-union propoganda piece, but very, very neat-looking.