We are only two days away from our wedding day in New York.
Yesterday we got up at 4:30 a.m. just to run through the airport after long security lines and discover the flight we almost missed had been canceled.
Unexpectedly large demand meant all airlines were overbooked. So all we could do to make a connection to New York was take a bus to Houston.
A couple of the other stranded passengers, one who was trying to get to her dying sister before it was too late, bribed the driver to speed. We thought we were busted at one point, but the cop didn’t come after us.
We wound up on a much later flight which meant all our evening plans got scuttled. But the owners of the apartments we were renting were easy going and we managed to get settled and to a lovely little Italian bistro.
Today was a day for errands, but good ones. We met up with friends who are taking advantage of the same sex marriage laws and getting married while they are here. The City Clerk’s office was pretty, a long hall with gilt ceilings. The wait was long, but we had a great time being snarky about the Snookie wannabes and some of the ill-chosen wedding gowns.
A mad dash across town got us back to the bookstore where our ceremony will take place. The officiant and wedding coordinator and photographers were all so upbeat and excited.