Living by yourself sometimes has its disadvantages.

This story is from a couple of weeks ago, but it was so traumatic I figured it was worth writing about.

Banana Republic came out with this new line called "The Midnight Collection." I saw this dress and instantly fell in love. I thought to myself....I have no where to wear this dress, but I love it. Maybe one day I will go to some extravagant gala, royal wedding or worst case- I can use the pattern to create bridesmaids dresses down the road. And at a price tag of $159 who could resist? I get the email about the new collection on Thursday. By Friday I was ready to order. I call the BR hotline and they are sold out worldwide. I"m FREAKING out. My gut instinct was correct on this being the dress to have. Why didn't I listen to myself? The oh so helpful agent gave me some numbers on different locations in the area that might have a size 6 left. On my first try to a Connecticut store, I hit the jackpot. They had the dress in my size and they were shipping it to me for free to my office. I instantly was happy. Still didn't have any clue where I was going to wear the dress, but I conquered and had beat out all those other internet shoppers! I get the dress, go home and try it on. It fits and is so pretty! I try on some shoes and begin to attempt to unzip the dress. I get a quarter of a way down and the zipper is STUCK. How could this happen? I got it on, why wouldn't I be able to get it off? Don't Panic. I stand in front of my A/C unit in order to cool down. Zipper still isn't moving and seems more stuck than it did before. The hot flashes begin. I get my plyers from my tool kit(thanks jay) and attempt to pull the zipper down with my plyers. No Dice. I call my mom screaming because I don't know what to do. (Meanwhile, not sure what I was thinking- she lives in Maryland.) I live by myself, have no boyfriend and while I have a 100 friends- none of them seemed to answer thier phone that night. I even thought about going to my 80 year old next door neighbors house in order for him to help me. But before I stood outside his apartment, I called first and he wasn't home either. UGH! What was I gonna do? There was only one more solution left. I was going to have to cut myself out of the dress. I got my scissors and carefully cut down the seam of the zipper. Finally after and hour and a half of being stuck in a hot apartment under layers of organza I was free. I took the dress off and stared at it with such sadness. The zipper was cut and the price tags were still on it. Can you picture anything more sad? The next day, after I was finally getting myself over the dress incident, I called Banana Republic. As great as they are, they said they would fix the zipper for me for free. I think this one is gonna go down in the books as MOST humiliating.