Duh.
He pulls out this magical golden key and opens a case, pulling from it a gorgeous black crocodile bag. Not only is this bag the corpse of some poor creature, it costs more than my car. I'm all for obscene accessories, but 16 grand? Really? I can't believe people spend this.
I have to admit tho, it felt nice on the shoulder...
Also, word to the wise, stay away from Corriander in the Food Court. 15 minutes after our lunch, Alex and I both looked at each other and said, "That Thai food isn't sitting so well." Although, Southeast Asian cuisine in a mall probably wasn't the wisest choice...
3 comments:
your hair looks so pretty. just divine.
That reminds me of the time I dropped by Paul's Hat Works on Geary Boulevard (out in the Richmond District) and Michael Harris, the store owner suggested that I try the $10,000 Panama hat he had. That's right, ten grand for a piece of woven straw.
The scary thing? It was my size. The damned thing fit perfectly.
Cute frames and hair style. You are slowly but surely turning into San Francisco's Miranda Hobbs.
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