08.12.03 :: 3:53 pm

It is really starting to dawn on me that I agreed to go on a date with a dude and I remember absolutely nothing about him save for his name.

This is going to go disastrously.

Whatever, if it does, at the very least it'll have me home in time for the Real World.

My mother is lending me a fancy vintage beaded purse to go with my little black dress for the wedding.

Just a little trivia for you: the department store she got it from was demolished in 1983 to make way for the sickening, tourist-traptastic Trump Tower.

Fellow New Yorkers, can I get a woot woot for Bonwit Teller?

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