Love is in the Air

Paul Buchman: Why is it I love you any more in the middle of February than on, say, August 21st? You know, to me, every day with you is Valentine's Day.
Jamie Buchman: So, in other words, you forgot to buy me a card.
Paul Buchman: That's what I'm saying.

—Mad About You, "Valentine's Day" (2/8/99)

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For the record, I didn't forget. GF got a lovely card and, of course, a bauble.

I'm posting from the Lovely Bethpage Motel, just steps away from Hempstead Turnpike on Long Island, home of Billy Joel, the Stray Cats, Blue Oyster Cult, assorted Baldwin Brothers and Yours Truly.

In about 14 hours, my little sister—

—all my siblings are "little", that's the way it goes when you're the oldest, But she's going to be 28 in a few weeks. Does that still count as "little"?—

—is going to change from a "Miss" to a "Mrs." and she's invited a bunch of us to come and watch it happen. So we're up in New York for the weekend.

Of course, while we're here we'll be stocking up on a few supplies: Bagels, baked goods, knishes and we'll be feasting on an actual pizza.  We're also planning on dining at Christiano's restaurant in Syosset village, which some claim is the one discussed in the Billy Joel song ("Bottle of red, bottle of white"—yeah, that's the one), although that would make Christiano's the third restaurant named to that distinction that I know of. Anyway, try the baked clams. They're amazing.

At any rate, the reception is at the Milleridge Inn, which is a cut above your usual wedding factory, so good things are expected. Stay tuned.

Comments

[yellojkt]

Sounds like a great time. And I've heard great things about extravagant Long Island weddings.