August 31, 2006


An apt visual metaphor for a bride midst wedding planning — last Friday in the early evening, Adair and I pulled up in front of Douglas's office on a busy Broadway corner so that we could ferry upstate the parcels of weddingalia that had been shipped to him. As I was crossing the sidewalk to load several boxes into the Jeep, I stepped over a subway grate.

WHOOOOOSH! Marilyn moment!

Yup - I was standing on 20th & Broadway with my skirt airlifted to my navel, panties (at *least* they were a tidy, fetching boy-cut number) fully exposed to the gaping passers-by, and unable to make any sort of gesture toward modesty, as my arms were entirely laden with a case of prosecco, several gross of cross-shaped cocktail picks, and two dozen disposable cameras.

There was absolutely nothing I could do but laugh, and thank the kind stranger who sank to his knees to retrieve the camera box that had tumbled off the stack. At least I think that's why he sank to his knees. Come to think of it, he *did* thank me back. Hmmmm.

Anyhow, overburdened, exposed, and laughing my unmentionables off. Par for the course until October, I'm thinking.

Posted by Kat at August 31, 2006 05:53 PM