Off the Beaten Path
<p>“Are you bringing toothpaste?” he asks, throwing things together last minute, while I’ve voted on each of my items for weeks.</p>
<p>“Yes.” I remove the redundant jumbo tube from his pile.</p>
<p>Having arranged our trip — airlines, hotels, dinners — my shiny new, first, last, forever husband feels heroic. Which will lead to medicinally-assisted hot hotel sex as we break-in foreign beds like dangerous strangers strewing clothes around the unfamiliar room. I look forward to waking up not knowing where we are, who he is, who I am and what the hell happened to my underpants.</p>
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