bouncers
Coming home means hanging out with Gwyneth and hearing about her dating exploits while we were gone and telling her everything, from the back room bag experience to a run-in with a snooty clerk in the Bergdorf shoe salon.
"And then," I say towards the end of the narrative, "She tells me, 'You just do not have Manolo feet. No matter the shoe he makes, it will never look flattering on you!"
"Who even says that?" she shrieks, because that is what a best friend does, she shrieks on your behalf.
She rings me at work a couple of hours later. "Okay," she says across the staticky connection, which means she's on her cell, driving to her parents' for Christmas Eve. "Okay, here's the deal, you beautiful, beautiful woman. I was listening to the radio and 'Got to Be Real' came on and it totally made me think. That witch at Bergdorfs had no business being that awful to you. One, you're fabulous, and Issac would totally back me up here." (She's become addicted to Issac Mizrahi's show on Style, yet another reason I wish we had cable a la carte) "Two, she should understand that she's not just selling a shoe, she's selling a whole image; she's selling a fucking dream. I mean, c'mon. We know you're not a Park Avenue wife, but you were there to buy. So what the hell is her problem? She's not the shoe bouncer!"
Shoe bouncer. This is why I love Gwyneth so much.
I did end up getting a pair, of course. How could I be staying a half block from the friggin' Manolo boutique and not pop in? Twice? It's called Driving in Heels for a reason.
Eat your heart out, Shoe Bouncer.
*~*~*~*
Just so we balance out the the blog's theme today, I'd like to announce that Adam's car, Sharka is back to stock AND is up and running after sitting on the jackstands for a month.
Adam will be sleeping the peaceful sleep of the just tonight.
If you happen to know someone who'd be interested in a slightly used BRP coldside supercharger for a 1.8 litre pre-1999 Mazda MX5, sling me an e-mail at the address to the right.
And while were at it, I'd like to praise the weather we've been blessed with in Albuquerque. Okay, so there's an inversion effect and we've had a couple of red flag days, and it's just been a little bit difficult for me to breathe, but I'm totally digging on the unseasonable temperatures. A top down drive in Bucky on Christmas Eve is one of the better presents I've received. If I wasn't working tonight, we'd be taking the annual top down tour of area Christmas displays, and it might have been the first time we didn't catch pneumonia in the process. Love this weather. Love it.
"And then," I say towards the end of the narrative, "She tells me, 'You just do not have Manolo feet. No matter the shoe he makes, it will never look flattering on you!"
"Who even says that?" she shrieks, because that is what a best friend does, she shrieks on your behalf.
She rings me at work a couple of hours later. "Okay," she says across the staticky connection, which means she's on her cell, driving to her parents' for Christmas Eve. "Okay, here's the deal, you beautiful, beautiful woman. I was listening to the radio and 'Got to Be Real' came on and it totally made me think. That witch at Bergdorfs had no business being that awful to you. One, you're fabulous, and Issac would totally back me up here." (She's become addicted to Issac Mizrahi's show on Style, yet another reason I wish we had cable a la carte) "Two, she should understand that she's not just selling a shoe, she's selling a whole image; she's selling a fucking dream. I mean, c'mon. We know you're not a Park Avenue wife, but you were there to buy. So what the hell is her problem? She's not the shoe bouncer!"
Shoe bouncer. This is why I love Gwyneth so much.
I did end up getting a pair, of course. How could I be staying a half block from the friggin' Manolo boutique and not pop in? Twice? It's called Driving in Heels for a reason.
Eat your heart out, Shoe Bouncer.
*~*~*~*
Just so we balance out the the blog's theme today, I'd like to announce that Adam's car, Sharka is back to stock AND is up and running after sitting on the jackstands for a month.
Adam will be sleeping the peaceful sleep of the just tonight.
If you happen to know someone who'd be interested in a slightly used BRP coldside supercharger for a 1.8 litre pre-1999 Mazda MX5, sling me an e-mail at the address to the right.
And while were at it, I'd like to praise the weather we've been blessed with in Albuquerque. Okay, so there's an inversion effect and we've had a couple of red flag days, and it's just been a little bit difficult for me to breathe, but I'm totally digging on the unseasonable temperatures. A top down drive in Bucky on Christmas Eve is one of the better presents I've received. If I wasn't working tonight, we'd be taking the annual top down tour of area Christmas displays, and it might have been the first time we didn't catch pneumonia in the process. Love this weather. Love it.
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