After a low-key Fourth of July, I was looking forward to a relaxing bike ride down to Mount Vernon and then up the George W. Parkway. Unfortunately, there’s an eighty percent chance of rain, so going out on the bike is not exactly advisable. So, no bike ride for me, at least not now.
We are going out to dinner with a couple of college friends tonight, so if it hasn’t rained yet and looks clear, I’ll be pushing it then.
That’s why the sad face, right at the moment anyway. Hopefully the weather will clear up and we can go for a spin. It will make the weekend just that much better.
We’ve also got the monumental task at hand of putting together a photo album for the wedding. I had never thought it would be quite so much work, but we both have pretty exacting standards. From deciding what kind of album to do (Art Leather? Too expensive. Zookbook? WAY too expensive. Kolo linen? Affordable but not what we wanted.) to selecting the photos (more than 3000 photos, 181 edited), it’s a huge project.
We’ve tentatively settled on using this site to put together an actual book and order a copy for ourselves. They offer a free software for download that helps you design a book on your own. It’s much more affordable than a Zookbook for essentially the same product, although we have to do a bit more work to put it together. And, if we want, we can design and order smaller versions for our families as gifts.
We also went to see “Transformers: Rise of the Fallen” bright and early this morning. The theatre had a 9:05 show, and we were there. It wouldn’t have felt so early had it not been for the fact that Southern Honey didn’t get home until 4:30 or so this morning and woke me up when he crawled into bed. But going so early had the desired effect: We were able to use employee passes to see the IMAX version of the movie.
My review? Nice explosions, nice eye candy (Josh Duhamel and Tyrese Gibson, yummy!), and a thin plot. The whole story probably could have been told in much less than the two and a half hours we sat in the theatre. But then they would have had to cut an explosion or two. Or — SPOILER ALERT — the sexy coed who was actually a Decepticon.
Actually, I think they could have cut the whole “Tell me you love me” plotline, and I wouldn’t have minded. It felt a little contrived and I’m fairly certain it was just thrown in there to provide the “necessary” male-female romance line. Not worth the screen time they wasted on it at all.
The rest of the day I plan on frittering away watching “Hell’s Kitchen” on Hulu and playing around with photos for the book. Then I’ll wake Southern Honey from his (well-earned) nap, and we’ll head out for dinner. I hope they choose somewhere tasty.