1. is my best friend and once when we were living together in our second apartment, she tiptoed into my room wearing a ballet flat on one foot and a stacked heel on the other, and without bothering with pleasantries asked, “heels? flats?” over and over and over again until i finally sweetly shrieked an answer at her. [this was a tuesday morning work outfit conundrum. so you can imagine the panic i felt when i got a barrage of picture texts saturday afternoon from the vera wang sample sale of nicole wearing a WEDDING DRESS — possibly HER WEDDING DRESS. i willed the train from long island back to manhattan to please, please, PLEASE go faster. miraculously, i managed to catch her in time. well, HOLY massive body-shaking mortifying romantic comedy-esque tearful sob.]
2. is the effortlessly beautiful girl standing in the ransacked showroom with an incredulous is-this-actually-happening smirk on her face, getting dagger eyes from all the brides in the room who greedily want the dress she’s wearing.