"Don't lose this paper," were the window-lady's last words to us as she slid the license through the slot. We smugly chuckled to ourselves, right, like we'd lose track of a piece of paper that cost the more that a week's worth of groceries...

Then comes the day we're to drop it off at the church. We plan to meet there after my morning lesson. Instead, I get a page from home.

"I can't find it." In the background I hear the settling of an apartment that has been deperately ransacked. So, I return home for some further ransacking.

We found it neatly pressed and preserved between the pages of an art book, in that safe place where it surely wouldn't get misplaced.

Other wedding news...
We found a florist called "EU-Floria" chosen because when we first saw it we spent the whole day walking around saying "Ew! flowers," and giggling about it. I suppose that is as good a reason as any for selecting a florist.

Turns out we chose a wedding day that conflicts with an event that most of our local friends are obliged to attend. The way the two events stack up is, on the one hand is our wedding, a celebration of a friend's union--ho hum, yawn; on the other hand there is the conflicting event whose attendance will enhance one's position in the hierarchy of heaven. *sigh* Well, we're keeping our fingers crossed that the powers-that-be will be flexible about their schedule, as we're pretty much locked-in.

I know it's short notice, but I hereby extend an open invitation to any Enigmans who may happen to find themselves in Vancouver on September 20th to join us for our nuptuals and boat-cruise reception! (Really, Marcel, I DO have friends in the States, really...)