We've spent the entire day running around the city looking for rehearsal dinner and post-wedding brunch outfits: Hours at Bloomies, Banana Republic and J. Crew. We've now bought more than we can possibly wear in one weekend, but one wants choices.

We are eating too healthy for our own good, and beg each other to have some carbs when one of us starts getting really irritable. ("For the love of god, have a muffin!" we plead with each other.) The good news? My sources tell me this is totally normal pre-wedding behavior. I find it hard to believe.

In a fit of practicality earlier this morning, I told myself to start dealing with those pressing problems that just aren't going to go away, the first being: I have absolutely nothing to wear to my bridal tea party on Saturday. Things are getting very busy very fast and there's only so much time left for emergency shopping. My sister's already on her way home to gear up for my hectic extended weekend of bridal girly-girl activities, and in these next few days I'll be like a celeb prepping for the Oscars. I've got my first gown fitting, the tea party, my DC bachelorette bash, and all the excitement of coordinating bridesmaids flying in from this city and that.

I rummage through the sale rack and - a glimmer of hope! - I find a lone dress in the wrong size. The saleswoman makes a walkie-talkie transmission to the mother ship, or wherever they house the millions of clothes in every size and color you always hope they have. "WahWahWah WahWah" blares back through the walkie-talkie.