Posts Tagged ‘Love & Marriage’
Hell’s Kitchen Confidential
I tell her she doesn’t know how good she’s got it, but she’s not having any of it. See, I’m a neat guy, but I’m not a clean guy. I figure most guys are neither, and worse are beer-swillin’, couch-squattin’ channel surfers. So, if nothing else, I should be gettin’ some points for neatness. But…
Read MoreBorn To Run
I’m often asked why I run the New York City Marathon. Here’s my top ten. 10 – It’s There. Or, more succinctly, it’s right here! The Marathon route comes within four blocks of Abbi and my apartment. In fact, yesterday, as we barrelled towards Columbus Circle, I said to Abbi (in an attempt to galvanize…
Read MoreI’ll Be Right Beside You Dear
It’s remarkable how out of shape one can feel just three days before a marathon. This was my statement to Abbigail as we began running this morning. My knees were sore (especially the one wrecked from last year’s freak slide accident). My hips were sore. I felt stiff and tired. Now, we planned the wedding…
Read MoreAll I Want Is You, Part II
“If it feels like I’m leaning on you to keep from passing out, I am.” I am standing beneath an ivy-covered trellis adjacent to the Inn at Brays Island. I am wearing a navy blue, two-button Versace suit; a pinpoint cotton, spread collar, French-cuffed Charles Tyrwhitt shirt; a navy, periwinkle and brown diagonally striped Luigi…
Read MoreLa Luna
There isn’t a ton of upside to waking up at four o’clock in the morning wrecked from an eleven hour time zone shift and a three weeks absence from the office. Sitting here on the couch of my Hell’s Kitchen living room just now, though, reading an article Steve Martin wrote for The New Yorker…
Read MoreAll I Want Is You: Part I
In just three hours Abbi and I were to exchange vows beneath a three hundred-year-old live oak on the edge of the Pocotaligo River. I was driving myself to lunch through a full-on monsoon. My Jeep was kicking up a speedboat’s wake through the pond-sized puddles. The windshield wipers were completely overwhelmed by the downpour.…
Read MoreAbbigail Keller & Benjamin Wagner
Diamonds & A Ring Of Gold
I’ve been listening to U2’s “All I Want Is You” for three days straight. The Ts are crossed and Is are dotted. Abbi and I have scripted and scored our ceremony, fifteen copies of which are printed in a pink file folder with “Wedding” in big, block, Sharpie letters. “Honey” takes its own folder. I…
Read MoreAnother Saturday
“I shouldn’t even know what a fucking charger is, ok!?!” The sentence reads more mean-spirited than it sounded at the time. I mean, we were laughing over burgers and beers at the location of our first date, Coffee Shop in Union Square, but I meant it. No dude should know words like duvet, demitasse, or…
Read MoreAt The End Of The Day
In nearly fifteen years of living in New York City, I’ve never seen anything like it. I swiped my Metrocard, passed through the turnstile, waved off Robert (“We’ll do a creative in the morning,” he said in jest), and turned for the Broadway line. I wasn’t halfway down the stairs when the traffic jam started.…
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