Let's see, what's going on? Eric and I are going to go to the Station on Thursday to reserve the room for the wedding. Eeeee! It'll be all official-like and stuff. Things are a bit different than I had expected - when I called yesterday, I found out that the rate had gone up a bit (not too bad) and that the deposit was double what I thought (instapanic activated), but then the guy told me that, so long as there was an active credit card on the account that they could charge if stuff got broken and the like, they could use the cash we give them on Thursday toward the rental itself, instead of as a security deposit (instapanic deactivated).
I talked to my mom last night, and it looks like I'll be heading down to Portland for the weekend of the Fourth. It'll be nice, because Eric'll be out of town and, well, the Fourth's always been kinda rough for me (see just about any other post on the Fourth of July in this journal). She's planning on driving me back and wants to see the place finally (instapanic *so* activated!). So, if you don't hear much from me in the next couple of weeks, it's because I'm frantically trying to make our home presentable. Fortunately, the thought of my mother seeing the place is pretty much enough to get Eric's and my asses in gear.