MarriageHaving agreed to get married and met Mel’s family, we did not see the point of delay. We decided on an August date and found a loft in Brooklyn. We kept the guest list relatively small—neither of us had many non-acquaintance friends—and though they were all invited none of my family came. We both wore white gowns and walked down the aisle with Mel’s dad.
After the “I do”s, the first kiss and the first dance, and the toasts and the tossed bouquets, we were off to our honeymoon in Cape Cod. After our first, second, third, fourth, and fifth night of making love as wives, we hopped an Amtrak train back to Penn Station in Manhattan and sprung for a cab to take us to our home in Brooklyn.
