Won’t You Find Me a Sugah-Daddy?

Location: SoHo, New York City, NY, USA

Sunday May 16, 2010 Day

I visited Angela at her work at Christopher Fischer. It was a quiet day (like usual L) due to the construction awning above their door. Talk about the construction company needing to provide the store some much-needed business mitigation! Sorry, my Summer ’09 experience is coming through. We hung out and brought Gerald (“He’s, like, the best boss ever!” Watch out, Michael Scott.) a lunch sandwich with not too much mayonnaise from his favorite delicatessen.

Because Gonzi was being a flake (just regular, not even frosted), I window-shopped around SoHo by myself, i.e.: have fun while painfully reminding myself that I can’t afford to pay 5 thou for an article of clothing. I sniffed perfume at Chanel, tried on jeans at Burberry, fell in love with a yellow dress in Anna Sui (“I LOVE THAT DRESS. Omg, I fell in love when I saw it at the show, but they dropped the design, so there’s, like, literally only two were made. Both size 2’s. I’m a size 5. Omg, you have to get it!” Thanks for the pitch, Sales Girl. It was actually quite kawaii.

><), and fell into deeper love with a strappy, black, tulle wrap Prada dress. When my Prada sales guy, Pierre, was setting me up with a dressing room, he asked if I needed a heel to go with the dress. When I said I’d be fine, he looked at my feet, and said, “7’s?” I nodded. Without a word, he came back with a pair of cream-coloured peep-toe pumps. They were a perfect fit just like the dress. After hyperventilating from the beauty-shock, I gathered myself and found Pierre back on the main floor, I told him I wasn’t crazy about the shoulder straps (TRUTH), but I’ll walk around for a bit, think, and come back if I still wanted the dress (LIE).

To get into beachy Barcelona mode, I went swimsuit shopping at H&M ($4.95 for bathing suit tops and bottoms!). The change in the store, dressing room atmosphere, and service was muy grande. How could the sales girl just point to the newly opened dressing room? How could she hand me a big plastic number to place on my door handle? And how could the bench in the dressing room be falling apart? Haha, snapskies. At least I’m ready for the beach!