The Honeymoon Problem

Guest Vignette: Anonymous

My husband sees his buddy from high school. “Hey, I heard you just got married! Congrats!" As we wait in the Emergency Room, they strike up a conversation and have a jolly old chat.  "What brings you two in tonight?” A trip to the bathroom at midnight had left me with teeth-chattering pain and fever chills running up and down my spine. Within one minute he knows what I have. The mood in the room stays upbeat with the exception of me, who is scowling from pain and horrified by the context of my introduction as a new wife. This story will be retold by my sweet mother-in-law as an epic tale under the pretense of a prayer request.  Listeners will compassionately agree to pray--all the while snickering inside at the newly weds. After a couple hours of peeing glass, I get my cocktail of drugs and it’s not long before I start to feel a bit better. 24 hours later we get an e-mail from my husband’s Aunt asking about my UTI.  

London Underground . Transit to Hen Do

Found a picture of it!

The wind in the subway car was so strong my hair blew across my face creating various masks and mustache patterns. There’s no wind in the New York subway. It seemed a good deal smaller too or perhaps Londoner’s are taller…or both. People watching is less entertaining here. Soft faces without secrets. I find myself in a meditative state—focusing the mind on the strength of the wind. My only distraction is the strange caution sign above the small doors:  “Naughty passengers will be crushed”.