The Night Before

Aerin got picked up at the airport by me this afternoon. She walked right past me, but then I can attribute that to jet lag, since she did just spend something like over 24 hours in various modes of sitting on a plane, or waiting for a plane. We took her down to the edge of downtown for a quick Turkish lunch, and then wandered past the Esplanade–personally known by me as The Bug Eyes–the Singapore equivalent of the Sydney Opera House, and then she went off to crash, as she was vaguely sure that she’d only catnapped on the plane.

In less than 24 hours I’ll be married. I barely slept a wink the night before, only managing to lose consciousness sometime after the sun had come up, so I’m probably nearly as jet lagged as Aerin is.

There’s no stag night, there’s no hen night, there isn’t even hanging out with friends. It’s just me and the fiance, passing the time, and I think now it’s time for dinner. Or late supper. Whatever you want to call it.

Right. Food.