Megan and I with our respective BFs (!!) during last night’s 26-course (REALLY) double date at the adorably charming Maroni’s in Long Island.
I’m still not used to that word: boyfriend.
Whoa.
(PS. Megs & I are both in DVF wrap dresses, which is, btw, the perfect item to wear when you’re eating 348 lbs of unbelievable Italian food. HA.)

