The steel mill - the Rouge facility now operated by Severstal - was awesome. We saw, though smoke and fire, molten steel pouring into a rail car and headed for the slab plant. We saw the slabs sliding into the ovens, emerging onto a conveyor, and being pressed into coils. Until you've stood on an overhead catwalk and watched (and felt the incredible heat of) a red-hot 40' x 4' x 8" piece of steel emerge from an oven and roll down the conveyor at breakneck speed into the presses, you haven't felt the power of the industrial revolution. It was very, very impressive.

In the evening we celebrated a smattering of Section 3 birthdays at Live at PJ's. Our evening started at bw3's to check out the hockey game, but we moved quickly to PJ's to meet friend after friend and catch up. A great, great, great, great, great cover band was on stage and we reveled until nearly closing, ducking into the snowy street just after last call. Since it was only two blocks away and we weren't headed anywhere in any rush, we stepped into Fleetwood Diner just ahead of the last call crowd for a little late-night snack.

Saturday, uh, morning we got up and headed out to gather supplies for some of the craftier parts of the wedding: paint, brushes, ribbon. We then headed up to South Lyon to visit Jenelle's aunt, uncle, cousins, and grandfather for a St. Patrick's day cabbage and corned beef boiled dinner. We played catch on the trampoline and got caught up, but we headed home before the hour got too late so we could have an evening at home.