Any Given Saturday

My cousin Danny is getting married. I'm very excited for him. For some reason, I love it when family members get married. He's getting married in Seattle, on the one Saturday before the end of the year that isn't already booked solid.

He's getting married on September 11.

I suppose it's not a bad thing. It's just a date, right? Yes, one with a very, very visceral and tragic image associated with it, but it's just a day in September. Right? Right?

Best I can say is, maybe this means I'll be able to find cheap airfare if I decide to attend the ceremony. After all, so many people are still pretty nervous about flying that day. Except that technically, I'd be flying before and after September 11, but not on 9/11.