Fat bridesmaid

The Labor Day weekend sent me home to LA to hunt down a bridesmaid dress that wasn't hideously covered in tafeta, pink lace, and frill. And, of course, it would have to be slimming, especially since I have a ritual LA homecoming meal at In-N-Out every time I come home to LA (it's the native Angeleno in me, no matter how much I try to deny it). Right off the plane, I had my usual, a Number 2, animal style with extra pickles and a Lemon-Up. I held my stomach in throughout the whole dress fitting that took place afterward. Hot.