Please make me a wedding dress

I had a delicious dinner with Ms. Mercedes last night at Japonais. So much tuna that my mouth smelled like Britney Spears' panties...if she wore panties. We also had the distinct pleasure of being sat at the table next to Ms. Vera Wang and her crony of investors. This translated into superbly SLOW service for us! Damn Gina, don't you recognize a VIP when he sits on your face?