My brother’s almost-wife and my brother.
So I leave for New York City first thing tomorrow. Please send happy hippy safe trip vibes. I’ll be a better blog friend in August. ‘Cuz you know, the family is getting settled and hopefully, my flying phobia will be behind me.
To keep my mind busy, I am now going to laundry list my upcoming weekend. There will be no transitions or smooth prose. I am sorry for that.
I’m scheduled to arrive at JFK at 5-ish — right when my brother’s rehearsal dinner starts — and so plan to pack only a carry-on and catch a quick cab to Brooklyn Heights. My family’s socializing proclivities are legend, so I expect it will be a long night.
On Friday, we walk over the Brooklyn Bridge and go to a bar. I bet my dad takes a taxi.
The back of my dress. It is $44.97 at Banana Republic.
Saturday is the wedding at a quaint church located in my brother’s backyard, quite literally, then a reception on a rooftop loft in Manhattan. I didn’t have time to buy a wrap or a clutch. I believe I will wear an olive bronzy number with ample darting and gold heels. I don’t suppose that matches.
Sunday I come home.
I will miss my kids. I will miss The Rock. I will miss you.
I expect I will have fun though.
It is weird to write without flourish or frosting.
(But it’s a hell of a lot easier.)
See you soon.