Tomorrow is my long awaited session at Dream Dinners down in Cheesecake City. But now I’m skeeered. What if all the other girls know each other and I’m the only one in normal clothes who isn’t wearing makeup or a 4 carat rock? Accccck. What the hell was I thinking?? I can just see me pulling the Murano into a parking lot full of $80k Merecedes minivans and Porsche Cayennes and finding a room full of housewives wearing J. Lo sweat suits.
It feels like the first day of school.