It must be really inexpensive or something to get married in the wintertime because otherwise I cannot understand why anyone would do it. It’s like a practical joke on the sanity of the wedding party and the wardrobe of the guest list.
This morning I ventured out into the freezing rain of NYC to dry my clothes at the laundromat because it would not happen in my apartment. As I was being transformed into a slush puppy, I was thinking about what I could possibly put on for the wedding I’m attending this evening that wouldn’t get trashed between my front door and the car door.
Worst nightmare.
It’s enough that you to forsake the idea of warmth (and usually comfort), but then there’s the matter of carrying another set of shoes (if you’re not traveling by car you end up checking your life’s possessions). Also, when mascara starts making a break from the eye area the result is not an eccentric new trend – but at least you can pretend they are tears of joy for your dear friends on this joyful occasion.
So essentially this is a memo to my nearest and dearest. If you want me to come to your affair, and not ruin the photo album, make your romance in May over December.
The soggy couple.
M
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