What's in a date?

I'm not overly superstitious. I don't avoid walking under ladders, I've broken a few mirrors while moving, and a black cat has crossed my path more than once (my roomate had a lovely all-black cat, Dede).

So why do I care about the date of my wedding? I want it to look cool.

Yep, that's right. I don't care that I'm being married on Devil's night (though many family member's and friends are horrified at the prospect), because the date, when written out, looks cool.

10.30.10

Nice, right? My type-A personality loves me some symmetry.

It would have been awesome to get married on October 10, 2010 (10.10.10), but that:

a) falls on a Sunday

b) is Canadian Thanksgiving Sunday

c) falls the day after my mom's birthday.
d) is FH's good friend's wedding weekend.

So, 10.30.10 it is. And I love it.