Best homie, Dustina, is getting married.
We wisked her away last weekend to celebrate and SHOWER her (get it) with love and friendship and way too much food and also jokesjokesjokes.
Let me walk you through the weekend:
Friday DOUBLE Kleinfelds appointments, fitting for Dustina's-make-you-cry-because-she's-just-too-effing-pretty dress
followed by shopping for my homie, Erika's gown.
What we learned? It's hard to find a dress, Dustina is pretty and I'm really good at Kleinfelds.
Then we went to the Hudson Valley. To a house next to a pond next to another pond next to a lake. WITH PADDLE BOATS AND MAYBE A GIANT FISH MONSTER.
Our fine ass bestie, Juliette, catered. It ruled.
We had a photobooth. With fascinators.
And English tea.
I wrote a roast with puppets and also rapped.
Someone else made a video.
We all got feelingsey.
Then played cards against humanity.
And I walked away knowing, with certainty, that friendships like the ones I have with these ladies are special. We've grown up together, been messy together, told an obscene amount of yourmom/yourbutt jokes together and have experienced a remarkable level of intimacy just by sticking it out, showing up and sometimes being vulnerable.
These b's are the ones I would turn to if I, like, needed a kidney. It's that real.
History is kind of an amazing thing, sometimes.
So is full on love.
I am an optimist.