Tom & Alissa

Four? I think.

Last night, after pizza and corn on the cob, we packed most of the stuff for the honeymoon. I moved to the city over 14 months ago and haven’t left for more than a few days since then, so ten days means a great and large amount of things to pack. Couple it with the unpredictable early-September Cape Cod weather, and there’s a lot to lug upstate. I am glad that my dress and shoes and veil are already in Albany, waiting for me and for Saturday morning.

Four days.

It’s rainy out - not raining, but wanting to, and it’s reminding me of last September and how it rained for weeks at a time and the sidewalks were littered with black umbrellas turned inside out, with broken spines. I remember that I didn’t have rubber rain boots (and I still don’t), and I remember flapping around town in the rain with flip-flops and being very cold. I remember in particular an evening where I flopped from my French class at NYU to Angela’s apartment for a goodbye party for her where Apryl made all kinds of strange and wonderful concoctions from whatever was in Angela’s fridge, and I remember watching The Ice Storm on her projector and talking about stuff with Tom. Before I knew him.

It’s mobbed outside of here. My office is adjacent to Radio City Music Hall, where Jack Black will be hosting the MTV Video Music Awards on Thursday night, and they’ve been preparing for at least a week already. There’s an actual MTV crew operating off of the terrace that I can see directly across from my desk. They’ve been there two days already. It’s kind of cool, really.

Tonight we head to the Bowery Ballroom with Kevin & Laura to see Chris Thile and his new “How To Grow A” band. There’s been so much to do that I keep asking myself why we planned to blow an evening so close to the wedding, but then I realize that we desperately need the break. We leave tomorrow night for Albany, transportation details still to be arranged, and it’s all a whirlwind from then on.

I have to remember to pack my toothbrush.