Do you ever have those twinges when you feel so tender for your younger self? I just had a moment when I remembered showing up at a very fancy restaurant in a secondhand ballgown because I thought you were supposed to, and the rich men were in shorts.

It kinda broke my heart because 1. I was kinda mortified (though to their infinite grace, the staff who I'm certain could tell how broke-fish-out-of-water I was were so nice to me). 2. It was so rare and special to me, and absolutely ordinary to these wealthy people.

All I know is that if I ever get to eat in a schmancy-ass restaurant again (hell, even a diner), I'm gonna wear my wedding dress and a tiara, bedazzle my face, spray my hair gold and not give a crap what anyone thinks because it will be a celebration of the highest order.

The restaurant was Chanterelle, by the way, and the staff could not have been more welcoming.