Snakes on a Plane? No, Brides on a Subway
I was riding on the subway today and I saw not one, but two, TWO brides and grooms. They weren’t all together. No, I saw the first bride and groom get on at City Hall. They were still riding when I got off at 14th (and they weren’t even speaking to each other). The second bride and groom got on at 8th Street (as I was on my way home) and they were still riding when I got off at City Hall. My guess is that they were on their way to Brooklyn for sex.
We are not talking brides in white satin suits (i.e. second or third marriages). No, these were brides in bridal gowns with satin shoes and carrying flowers. The grooms both had flowers on their jackets.
I would like to say here and now that if I got married and my husband suggested we made our way home via the subway on a 90-degree day, I believe I would go right back to City Hall and get the forms for an annulment. Maybe the groom couldn’t afford a limo or a horse and carriage, but HELLO, there’s always a yellow cab or pedicab. Call me spoiled. Call me a diva. Call me a hotel heiress. I don’t care. One does not make their way home from their wedding on the subway.
Think about it. This is their wedding day. It will all be downhill from there. Taking the subway home from your wedding is setting the bar awfully low. I’m sorry, but that is not acceptable.
Do you agree with me or am I just being a spoiled princess?