Today is a day I have been waiting for for months–nay, over a year. Today is the day in which my wedding day shows up in the weather.com 10-day forecast. As soon as June 1 hit, I was scrambling over to the Old Farmers Almanac, because they do two-month forecasts. It told me it would be hot and rainy. Eek. However, weather.com gives me a somewhat more positive picture:

That’s not so bad. Of course, 9 days is still a pretty long way off, in weather terms, but I like the zero percent chance of precipitation.

Another thing I noticed that gave me a geeky thrill: we picked July 30 somewhat at random. We knew we wanted summer because it was the most likely time for Denny’s brother to be able to come (the Marines keep making him go to Iraq–very rude of them if you ask me). When we were shopping around for venues, one of our finalists only had July 30 open, so that date kind of got stuck in our heads. When we finally decided on the museum, we kept that date, even though we probably could have had something else.

Then came the decision point about the ceremony/reception. The ceremony is being held in the Atrium under a big skylight, so we wanted it late enough in the day that the sun wouldn’t be blinding people. We also wanted the reception to be outside on the museum grounds, because the idea of children running around smashing cake on the Picasso makes me ill. Our cake is expensive! Don’t waste it! (Just kidding. I actually care more about Picasso than cake, even though this is going to be really good cake.) Anyway, I knew I wouldn’t have fun at the reception if I were stressed out about indoor things. In late July, it’s pretty unrealistic to have an outdoor reception any time before about 8 p.m. and expect anyone to have fun, because it’s so hot. Therefore, we decided to do the ceremony at 7:30, when there would still be light through the skylight but not blinding, and it would cool off somewhat by the time the reception got going.

So, due to two totally separate and somewhat random choices, our wedding date is 7/30 at 7:30. On a somewhat related note, we’re both 28 and the year is ’05, and our house number is 2805.

UNRELATED: Also, a sex offender lives at 3233. I jog by his house all the time. One time he said hi to me! He’s a pretty low-level sex offender, though–just a flasher, not a rapist or child molester or anything. I’ve never been flashed, so maybe I would feel different about it if I had, but the idea is kind of hilarious. It’s sort of like advanced mooning.