Wedding Reading 101: Give Them a Reason to Use Their Tissues

I have issues with wedding readings. The last time I was asked to read at a wedding, it was for a friend from high school from…

To Boston and Back (Hint: We lived to tell!)

“We didn’t kill each other!” These are the first words out of The Wedding Date’s mouth when my mom picks us up at the airport on…

Did I mention that The Wedding Date and I are flying to Boston on Friday? No? Well, we are. I’ve known since our third date (which…

I know, I know: we’re already three days into the New Year and I have yet to post a single word about the Martini Bar Soiree,…

It’s finally here: the official 2012 New Year’s Eve Martini Bar Soiree! I’ve yet to come up with even the most cliché of New Year’s Resolutions…

Absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder. Absence makes the heart grow nitpicky. It’s been eleven days since I last saw The Wedding Date and even…

As fate would have it, I did in fact wish The Wedding Date “Happy Birthday” instead of “Merry Christmas.” It’s not that I don’t know the…

Remember last year when Landlord gave me this for Christmas? Maybe not, so I’ll refresh your memory with a quick blurb from last year’s post on…

When I was living in London, I worked at a shop in Putney called Julian Graves. (For all my American readers, Julian Graves is like Harry…

Half an hour before The Wedding Date and I are due at my friend’s dinner party on Saturday night, my phone rings. It’s him, and he’s…

Last night, I had a horrible dream. I was trying to figure out what to wear and my room was a mess and there were clothes…

Those of you who’ve been following my love life for some time may recall that I penned the following in response to my ill-fated visit to…