Erin and I found this store in Chelsea on the way to see 'The Dark Knight'. They're interesting, but if the image caught it you will notice two things: the word 'Lego' has been carefully sanded off, and the necklaces cost $120.
The Dark Knight was excellent, by the way. It was everything Batman should be: extremely dark, full of action, moral, and this Joker was so very disturbed and disturbing. But as Erin and I were some of the last people on the planet to see the movie, you all probably knew this already. If you also haven't seen it, fix that.
I've been freaking out about the wedding stuff lately. Part of it is that I have no idea what to do, or more importantly, what is expected of me. And to that latter point, I'm convinced I'll screw it up. To this end Erin is bothered that I don't trust her to remember the things I forget. But it's not that I don't trust her to remember them, it's that I can't trust anyone to remember all of the things I forget. I'm very forgetful, you see.