I was a bridesmaid in my friend S's wedding in Philadelphia earlier this year. I flew in Thursday night, and checked into a hotel down the street from Rittenhouse Square. I was a wreck. I had been single for two weeks and was still reeling in sadness. I did not have my bridesmaid face on. S had asked me to give a speech at the reception. I wrote out a disjointed raft of words on the flight over, crying quietly above my laptop hoping the random stranger sitting next to me wouldn't notice. S#2 was going to be at the wedding too. I saw her in S's MySpace friends list a year earlier and hit on her. I met her in person once on a trip to visit S and some other friends but nothing came of it. When I landed in Philly S#2 was already there and we met for a drink.
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