Gasp! The Horror!

This past weekend, my best friend since 7th grade (and future BM) was in town for a visit. While strolling through the Cherry Creek neighborhood on the way to eat at one of my favorite restaurants in town, the Cherry Cricket, we decided to stop in Priscilla of Boston so that I could show her my dress. We searched in vain on the racks before asking the receptionist if the dress was in the store. She calmly replied that it was being tried on at the moment, and if we wanted to, we could see it on the bride-to-be. Of course I knew someone else would wear my dress, but I was still felt a little sad and a little less original. Luckily, the evening ended well with a good burger and a better friend to share my *sorrows* with.