3,2,1...

At 4:15 pm on Monday my boss kicked me out of my office. She said it was time to step away from the computer and get married. So I did. And now work is just a distant memory.

And so here I am in New York, staying with my parents and brother until the big day. Tensions are running high and I slightly wish I were back at work. It’s 3 days before the wedding and my mother just stormed out of the house on a mad dash to tailor’s. She doesn’t like the way her dress looks. Nothing like last minute, impulse alterations!

I went for my last fitting at Vera Wang yesterday. Everything was perfect except for a minor incident in which the fitter cut me with a zipper. There was a little blood, but really it was no big deal. It’s my bridal badge of honor.

A few months ago I imagined that I’d be completely calm the week before my wedding. I assumed everything would be done and there’d be nothing to stress over. Turns out, last minute tasks fall out of the sky!

While discussing the final chapter for this blog, my fellow bride to be MRB and I decided an announcement in the New York Times would in no way be the perfect ending. In fact, not being in the Times would provide the perfect opportunity for so many additional well-researched articles:
How my non-famous parents kept me out of the Times
Westchester brides are boring
Ivy League means nothing
In the era of diversity, two Jews can’t make the cut

Gotta run...Stuff to do. Wish me luck.