On Saturday, Alex oniugnip and I go up to the city to help Akiva aleffert celebrate his first day of funemployment. We have a bonfire on the beach and crash on Akiva's floor that night. On Sunday, we awake to the sound of Akiva hurrying out of the apartment, having realized that his flight to London is leaving six hours sooner than he had thought it would. (Amazingly, he still makes it!) We collect our things and stumble off in the direction of the Embarcadero to cheer Alec across the finish line of his first marathon.
This morning, we go to the Santa Clara County Clerk-Recorder's Office to get a marriage license.1 Well, first we accidentally go to the Superior Court of California, County of Santa Clara, which, luckily, is only a 15-minute walk from where we're supposed to be. We are now licensed to be married. Alex describes the experience to Sajith sajith as "kind of thrilling, in a paperwork sort of way!"
This evening, Alex brings home some amazing pupusas and curtido that his student made for him. We are on our fifth day of "go running every day for the month prior to the wedding", and we sit on the floor of our one-room apartment, pleasantly sore, and eat pupusas, and Alex gets annoyed with me for using his copy of The Cat in the Hat2 as a coaster, so I use my copy of Purely Functional Data Structures instead, and he feels sheepish, and I give him an infinite number of kisses, prorated over forever.