The universe conspires against me.
I've been watching the Yarn Harlot's tour page, anxiously awaiting a date for her Chicago stop. There are a few awesome things happening this summer-- one of them is Stephanie's book tour (another being a little thing I like to call my wedding) and I really really want to see her again. However, the day she comes to Chicago (July 24th) is the very day I leave for my honeymoon, and no amount of wheedling, cajoling or promise of crazy hot sex will induce my husband-to-be (holy crap! I'm going to have a husband!) to drive anywhere that is not our honeymoon destination.
Not that I blame him. After all this insane planning of details and compromising of ideas and assumption of stress and guilt, we're going to be so very ready to leave Illinois.
I hope some of my friends go and have a yarntastic time for me, though.