Went for a light lunch, steak sandwiches & soda, cute Russian and/or Ukrainian waitresses, miss T.
All tuxedoed & ready to go, listening to Magnetic Fields, half wishing I was in a mood to pick up chicks, an ideal opportunity, half wishing I was ever in a mood to pick up chicks. Only half.
Uncomfortable shiny shoes, hope no one uses them to look up my dress.
Speech rolling over in my mind, stomach turning over, you'd think I was the one getting married. Henry, of course, remains his usual sanguine self.