Because Andrea and I were voted "most likely to fail this class" by our classmates, I was not able to send you an update yesterday. We spent all of our time going in circles on the PC and then saying, "but why?!"
So, here's a recap of the last two days. First off, Andrea's luggage has STILL not arrived (and yes, today is Thursday). How funny is that? Funnier to me than it is to her, apparently.
We went shopping on Wednesday to buy her clothes. We saw Versace, Gucci, Chanel, and lots of other places that Andrea cannot afford. I was looking at a tank top from Donna Karan, and looked at the price tag and screamed, "Good God Almighty - is that the price?!?!" It was $1300. Needless to say, we did not make a purchase.
Then we went to Burberry's, because there was a cute little pink miniskirt, but my obsessive searching for price tags probably tipped them off that I was not going to buy. (It was only $350.) The only thing I could afford from Burberry's was a thong (underwear, not shoes), and then I wouldn't be able to show anyone I was wearing it, so what would be the point?
Andrea ended up purchasing some spiffy new duds from Sears (which was giving off a serious Zellers vibe - very cluttered and messy). Apparently, that was in our price range. That Andrea is so cheap. There were some perfectly serviceable white leather dresses in Escada that she declined to purchase.
We had problems calling our shuttle bus, because (duh!) it's in a different area code. I kept plugging the phone with quarters and it kept telling me that number was not in service. At which point I would yell, "but I am using American quarters!!!" Didn't matter. I went to Customer Service to ask for help, and they pointed out the different area code. To which I replied, "How can it be a different area code? We only drove for about 10 minutes to get here." She smiled, while thinking "Stupid dumbass tourists."
I then asked about Gucci. Was I allowed to go into Gucci? Yes, she said, I was allowed, and I should come back there and tell her if they didn't let me in. Can anyone get a job at Gucci, I further inquired. I mean, they seem so snooty. She said that they were snooty. Apparently, when the mall has staff meetings, all the Gucci people stand by themselves and look down on the peons.
Andrea noticed that all the cars are new, and they are all clean and shiny. And it's true! Not a dirty car to be seen. The cheapest car we've seen so far is a new Honda Accord. This morning, I stepped out in front of a Porsche (he stopped).
I then threw myself over his hood and screamed, "you hit me, I can't move! I'll sue! I'LL SUE!!!!" Okay, I didn't, but on second thought, I should have.
So, here's a recap of the last two days. First off, Andrea's luggage has STILL not arrived (and yes, today is Thursday). How funny is that? Funnier to me than it is to her, apparently.
We went shopping on Wednesday to buy her clothes. We saw Versace, Gucci, Chanel, and lots of other places that Andrea cannot afford. I was looking at a tank top from Donna Karan, and looked at the price tag and screamed, "Good God Almighty - is that the price?!?!" It was $1300. Needless to say, we did not make a purchase.
Then we went to Burberry's, because there was a cute little pink miniskirt, but my obsessive searching for price tags probably tipped them off that I was not going to buy. (It was only $350.) The only thing I could afford from Burberry's was a thong (underwear, not shoes), and then I wouldn't be able to show anyone I was wearing it, so what would be the point?
Andrea ended up purchasing some spiffy new duds from Sears (which was giving off a serious Zellers vibe - very cluttered and messy). Apparently, that was in our price range. That Andrea is so cheap. There were some perfectly serviceable white leather dresses in Escada that she declined to purchase.
We had problems calling our shuttle bus, because (duh!) it's in a different area code. I kept plugging the phone with quarters and it kept telling me that number was not in service. At which point I would yell, "but I am using American quarters!!!" Didn't matter. I went to Customer Service to ask for help, and they pointed out the different area code. To which I replied, "How can it be a different area code? We only drove for about 10 minutes to get here." She smiled, while thinking "Stupid dumbass tourists."
I then asked about Gucci. Was I allowed to go into Gucci? Yes, she said, I was allowed, and I should come back there and tell her if they didn't let me in. Can anyone get a job at Gucci, I further inquired. I mean, they seem so snooty. She said that they were snooty. Apparently, when the mall has staff meetings, all the Gucci people stand by themselves and look down on the peons.
Andrea noticed that all the cars are new, and they are all clean and shiny. And it's true! Not a dirty car to be seen. The cheapest car we've seen so far is a new Honda Accord. This morning, I stepped out in front of a Porsche (he stopped).
I then threw myself over his hood and screamed, "you hit me, I can't move! I'll sue! I'LL SUE!!!!" Okay, I didn't, but on second thought, I should have.
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