FOR SORROW, TIME FOR JOY
All my packing-snarkiness is coming home to roost. I have five pre-dawn hours before the Airport Shuttle arrives. Thus far, only my cranberry chiffon bridesmaid dress is in the carryon.
But one of my best friends graduate student Amy Tillery is marrying an American archaeologist I met in Ankara, Turkey: Professor Andy Goldman, who excavated at Gordion, once home to King Midas (though he burrows deeper to Roman remains). I introduced these two dear people, they fell in love and I snagged her cheap, sunny and spacious apartment in Ballard.
My diabolical plan worked perfectly, until I faced the gift-giving medley of Chanukah, Christmas, birthday, wedding and housewarming. Plus my gown, flight to Spokane and other wedding-party expenses. Then she reclaimed much of her furniture from my flat, forcing me to shop. This made me bad-tempered throughout the ole season of lights. I am a reluctant and charmless consumer.
But all is forgiven, because I am just so completely delighted by this marriage. Even if I have to wear a matching frock (first time ever shudder) and haphazardly sling sweaters into my suitcase at 3am (spontaneity is one of the secrets of the travel-writing trade, you see).
Complimenti e auguru, cari amici!