As previously blog mentioned, I assembled a dream team for the opening of widow. Their tasks were to follow me around, be attractive and tell me I’m pretty. THEY DID IT! After a customary 11,000 glasses of celebratory Chardonnay, I was nestled next to Emily in a cab back to Brooklyn, thinking: I’ve never been one to fantasize about being a bride. At all. I think that opening nights are my weddings. In which I marry myself? Um.

But really. Best. Bridesmaids. Ever.