In Brief

Note to . . .

Wedding website visitors: Please RSVP already! I see you, lurking around the Online RSVP page, so just go ahead and do it. Oh, and those who keep on telling me that they’re “going to RSVP tonight!”? Put up or shut up. You have 11 days, people.

DC Blogs: Thanks for the link! However, IP is right—where were you when we really, really needed you to give us publicity about our gym potentially closing? Ah well, but I knew that as soon as I hit “publish” that the post would be noted by either the Express or DCBlogs; call it blogger’s intuition.

Paper Source: Can you please provide me with a tracking number for the paper that you owe me? You know, since you sent me the wrong paper to begin with this week? Not that I can really work on escort cards now, but I’d like to know it’s on its way.

Dress designers: What is up with all the frilly, appliquéd, too-short, bubble-shaped, ugly-patterned dresses? Even a simple white sundress has been hard to find. I swear I’m not going to find anything to wear to our family dinner. Dammit.

MIT students: You’re pretty damn funny. And you gave me great dirt on Mathgeek. Feel free to drop by for waffles or hamburgers anytime.

Hampton Inn: Thank you for providing me with access to the room block, people’s reservations, and the ability to cancel out people with the push of a button. So. Very. Tempted. Must. Not. Do. It. I. Suppose.

The NHL: Posing the (probably fake) Stanley Cup right behind players as they accepted their awards is cruel—it’s even worse when you’re Red Wings forward Pavel Datsyuk and you have to accept two awards in its vicinity. You mock us! We will not be mocked! And Vegas for the awards? Call me stodgy and old, but the awards ceremony should always be in Toronto. Alas, they’re in Vegas again for the next two years. So, so wrong.

The Weekend: You took way too long to get here. Good to see you again, old friend!