We left work last Thursday evening and each had a couple of small errands to run before heading home. We had decided to have a nice, simple dinner at home, with a good bottle of wine, and we did that... but only after stopping at Iona, and unexpectedly running into Xina, who would be responsible for our fantastic Sunday night meal (more on that in a bit). We ended up staying out far beyond the one round we had planned, so we got home late, and still had dinner to put together. So much for getting to bed early that night, but hey, we had a great time anyway, and a great last "living in sin" meal, and I slept surprisingly well.

Friday morning, we were up with the sun. As Mike had taken Thursday off, he was all packed and ready for our weekend, and was showered and dressed and ready to go in a flash. I was another story. The stress was coming in waves, and it was hard for me to focus on what I needed to do to get ready, despite consulting the lists and notes I had made for msyelf. I hastily packed, gathered all of the most important stuff we would need for the wedding (rings, license, money order), and then set about getting myself showered and ready. I was still a little on edge, but things were running smoothly.

And then I had a Major Wardrobe Malfunction.

Tip: If you're going to spend way too much money on pretty underthings to wear under your wedding dress, best to try them on BEFORE the morning of the wedding, to make sure they actually work with the dress.

I had a minor meltdown (okay, it was probably far worse than minor), but Mike talked me down from it, and looking at him and how happy and excited he was about what we were about to do, honestly, I couldn't stay upset about my little underwear crisis for long. I finished dressing, we did one last pass through the apartment to make sure we had the essentials we would need for the day (we were stopping back home on Saturday for a bit), we kissed the cats goodbye and headed out to catch the J train into Manhattan.

So there we were, dressed to the nines, grinning madly at each other... I can only imagine what the other riders must have thought. People generally keep to themselves on the subway. It's rare to make eye contact with others, to acknowledge anything going on around you. But looking around, I noticed a lot of quizzical looks, and even a few smiles. We got to take a few pictures of each other on the train - Mike with his cameraphone, and me with my digital. The subway is such a part of our lives here, I'm glad it was part of this day, too.