Once Were We Hotties

Last weekend I tried on wedding dresses with my long time friend Lynne. Six years ago I went through the same process for her nuptials, so it's an intimate ritual which we share. For her wedding we were giddy 30 something women, fresh to marriage and thrilled with our perspective men. 6 years later, she's the mother of twins and we've both experienced 7 plus years of suburban domesticity.

Living a life with a man, house, career and all the responsibilities in tow has kept us apart from our normal weekly dates. Moreover, the arrival of twins has all but nixed our juicy confabs in person. So for the first time in 2 years we have a date to ourselves to play dress up and release dark thoughts into the safety of our friendship. And yet, we slip easily into the sisterhood of our single years. We reminisce about our frolics in Hoboken, the losers we dated, the girls we used to be. We admire each other. I, her flat stomach sans stretch marks after twins! She, my gravity defying breasts. Once we used to sip each other's cocktails, now we sip each other's bottled water. Once, we used to dream about the lives we would lead with the men of our dreams. Now we live lives with men that far eclipse our dreams. Once we were hotties. Now we are women.