vogue!

so, i picked up the diaphenous silk embodiment of my life savings on saturday. the solo drive to waltham was extremely warm and thelma-and-louise-esque in its epicness. except for the cliffs and the dying, and the nude brad pitt. but like, it was monumental in the sisterhood vein, is what i'm trying to say.

so i need to give vow's some props for bring a good store with good service and great inventory (www.bridepower.com; you CAN get a vera wang, you go girl! or gurl! whatever, just buy your damn dress).

so it's here; in my very house, at this moment. and it's totally mine. my first-date-like quivers and apprehension moved towards timid acceptance and, ultimately, a somewhat anti-climactic finale of signing the credit slip and hoisting the hanger into my sweaty palm. triumph was mine, however, as i marched down the street, arm outstretched way above my head, buckling from the weight of all those ivory shantung ripples on display through the clear dress bag to the whole world. that's right, fuckers, this is MY DRESS! and i am GETTING MARRIED! but i think they were just watching me for my parking space. i still basked in that spotlight. strike a pose!