A Formal Wedding Party on a NYC Subway Car

I stood at the Broadway-Lafayette subway station yesterday afternoon waiting for the train. The high heels that had made my legs look banging the night before now made me feel like a giant clomping around the city. A giant whose arches were beginning to ache. The dress which had elicited enthusiastic approval when I walked into a dimly lit bar late Saturday night felt a skosh too short for a Sunday. The stagnant, sweltering air of the subway tracks magnified my already intense desire to shower. I just wanted to go home.

I felt a little guilty. “Don’t go home! It’s the middle of Fashion Week! You should be a good blogger and go check out the festivities of Lincoln Center!” I scolded myself. “Yeah, but remember living by Lincoln Center? There’s nothing worse than walking through the center of Fashion Week when you don’t feel fabulous. You are not a model who can pull off the greasy hair/no make up look.”

The express train pulled up. That settled it. I’d be home in less than 30 minutes. No regrets.

The doors opened, I eagerly stepped into the cool air conditioning of the car. As if the subway door was the wardrobe of Narnia, I was suddenly transported to a different world. I take the subway several times a week. A trip home should be entirely routine. But on this subway car, on this particular Sunday afternoon, everything was different. I was dazzlingly disoriented.

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The train car was full of people in formal attire. A photographer was snapping photographs. Men in suits laughed, conversing with women with pretty up-dos. Ladies holding bouquets sat on the orange seats, looking luminous even in the dingy light. In the center of the car, right where I walked in, a woman in a gorgeous white dress radiated happiness. People gravitated towards her, grabbing the subway poles and posing for pictures.

I boarded the subway and walked right into the middle of a party.
A wedding party.

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I am so conditioned to New York Subway etiquette: maintain personal space bubble! Don’t converse with fellow riders! The train may be packed, your nose maybe dangerously close to a strangers armpit: you must pretend each other don’t exist! This is the mode I go to when I board the subway. I didn’t congratulate the bride. I didn’t ask any questions. I stood and gawked like an idiot. I pretended to mess around on my phone but I’m sure it was obvious I was taking pictures. Dizzy, disoriented, and a little smelly. That was me in the middle of this beautiful group on their way to a wedding reception.

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There are some places I expect to feel under dressed in NYC. Like Lincoln Center in the middle of Fashion Week. There are other places I never expect to feel under dressed. Like the subway any day of the week.

It was great. Truly a New York moment. I couldn’t help smiling. I hope the bride or groom saw me. Maybe they’ll some how read this blog post. Hey guys! Congratulations on your wedding! Sorry I was in a subway daze and didn’t say anything! I thought it was so fun you guys chose to take the subway with all your guests! Thanks for brightening my Sunday afternoon!

About New York Cliche

NYC lifestyle blog by Mary Lane. Events, adventures, epic mistakes, dating, life, humor. A 20-something trying to make it (and make out) in the city of dreams.

9 thoughts on “A Formal Wedding Party on a NYC Subway Car

  1. I love the idea that the wedding party took the subway. My husband and I were (still are) railfans and we decided to get married at a railways station so I really enjoyed reading this post.

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