The Bride Stripped Bare By CSS, Even

Lately I'm feeling uncharacteristically short on words. I've also been contemplating a redesign of the site (actually, I guess it's more of a "design," seeing as what exists right now is an unmodified Movable Type template) that also changes the format, output, and subject matter of Twinkle Twinkle Blah Blah Blah Etc. (Incidentally, if you are a designer who's really into that whole "beauty of CSS" thing and are looking for some freelance work, send me an email and let's talk.)

But enough meta-chat. The Great Leader has released a couple of not-entirely-unflattering videos of, as he dubs it, "The Secret Wedding." He and Her Greatness were the only witnesses to the elopement process and kind of went out of their way to make the morning of our flight to Las Vegas memorable and special. And fun. They arrived bearing two bottles of Veuve Clicquot (one fancy, one Extra-Special-Fancy, for after the ceremony), a box of food to take on the plane (artisanal cheeses, green apples, Jacques Torres chocolates, and a loaf of French bread), and a special elopement CD. After having some champagne, they drove us to the airport in the elopementmobile, which was all dolled up in flowers and white gauzy material.

Needless to say it blew our minds and we were--and remain--humbled and touched.

Oh, and in case you needed any aural confirmation of what a liberal-arts-college-educated swell I am*, please watch this video, which was meant to convey the extraordinary length of the MGM Grand's hallways but has the unintentional side effect of reminding me that I ought to learn, in the words of Bobbi Flekman, not to talk so much, to just smile and look smart.

*The drunker I get, the more I start speaking with a disembodied Locust Valley Lockjaw--I don't know why, don't ask--but Jesus, the Cabinet of Dr. Caligari? How many Sidecars did I drink that night?