The (merry) widows

We who have observed Tony’s birthday for five years wouldn’t have overlooked his wedding.

So we had a black widows’ bash to commemorate our loss and our liberty, Grunge Widow, Mob Widow, Ballet Widow and I. Black was worn gratuitously; pasta was eaten copiously (La Strada was Mob Widow’s choice); we had studied all the bridal snaps and worried about whether Tony’s smiles were real or resigned and now we were having fun.




Photos: Zann