Coming Down

well, it’s all over now.

the dresses got done, the ceremony went without any major hitches.  we spent an exhausting, wonderful week poking here and there in washington d.c., from the smithsonian to the capitol building to the white house.  from southern creole to moroccan, we ate better than we ever have.  we met with friends and family, had a lovely time with both.

and now i sit alone, after a 5-hour ride because he wouldn’t let me spell him at the wheel, because he was obliged to go drink at the bachelor party of our distant friend whose wedding he’ll be in next week, making sure i miss my cousin’s graduation party, a baby shower, and something else that i’ve already forgotten about because why should i remember if i’m not to be able to go?  instead i have to attend the wedding of two people who’ve only been together a year and who are likely destined to make each other miserable. 

i am without my husband on the first night home from our honeymoon.

i sit watching L&O: SVU and am alone.