This morning, for the first time ever, someone asked me if I was on my way to Stern on the train. She needed directions I presume. I was wearing the same exact thing I've worn pretty much everyday for 10 years. Denim skirt, polo shirt, and zip sweater. What could possibly have been different today that made her query me and not the girl next to me also wearing a skirt and long sleeves? Must be the engagement ring....
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If you plan on covering your hair with, what I endearingly, call a "shmata", after you get married prepare for it to get worse. People who approach me on the street think I know where every kosher restaurant is located now, like the shmata comes equipped with GPS. Plus, random homeless dudes wish me good shabbat -- on Tuesdays -- when they see me now.
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