Louis Vaton & Me
I've been searching out My Space over the last couple days, and I've been finding all these old friends of mine from high school. I even found my best friend's, Sierra and I didn't know she had one. Well anyway, I came across an old friend from drama, who apparently does stand up comedy now, and I listened to his stuff, and it's actually really good. So, if you need a good laugh, click on this link and start with the "sea world" button.
Matt Whitney
So today my mom took me shopping down at Horton Plaza and she took me to this purse store she had been telling me about. She'd found a Louis Vaton Bag for $1000. Maybe that doesn't surprise anyone else, but I hate purses anyway. Give me a little one for 5 bucks from walmart and I'm happy, but a $1000?! For a purse?! So as we're walking to the store, she's not telling me where we're going and she's like, "O.K, we're going into this store, and I want you to pretend like you belong there and you're really interested, OK? Go!" She practically pushes me through the door and before I know what's happening she goes, "OK sis, where's that purse you said you wanted? Wasn't it pink?" I'm starting to figure it out, and I actually feel pretty comfortable because I was dressed up and I was carrying my Gucci purse Scott got me for my birthday, but I still feel awkward looking around for God knows what, thinking, gosh these purses are ugly, and my mom nudges me to the front counter up to this man in a tall, dark suit and says, "what purse was it you wanted sis?" I look at this big, well dressed man who's trying to smile at us, and I'm completely silent. I don't know what to say. The whole situation is awkward and uncomfortable. And she just takes over, "Do you guys still have that pink bag?" He kind of rolls his eyes and goes, "let me just check for you." He goes into the back and comes out with this dull pink, huge, super ugly, of course $1000 purse, and my mom grabs hold of it, opens the zipper and starts searching through it. I am standing there, completly at a loss for words, searching for something to say and then it hits me. I have a gucci purse! I could ask to see another gucci purse, after all, I am curious as to what others might look like. So in the midst of my moms' purse excavaganza, I open my mouth and these words flood out, "Do you sell gucci?" My mom turns to me in shock, the hulk man tries to stiffle a laugh, and replies in mock humor, "No maam, this is a Louis Vaton store. We only sell Louis Vaton." A nervouse laugh slips from my lips, and my mom grabs my hand and pulls me out. "What kind of actress are you?" She says as we leave the store. "You used to be good at drama." I turn back to her, "You threw me in the lions den. I wasn't expecting that!" So we laughed about it for a while and I swore I'de never go into another expensive purse store again. I think I'll stick to Walmart. I'm comfortable there.
Matt Whitney
So today my mom took me shopping down at Horton Plaza and she took me to this purse store she had been telling me about. She'd found a Louis Vaton Bag for $1000. Maybe that doesn't surprise anyone else, but I hate purses anyway. Give me a little one for 5 bucks from walmart and I'm happy, but a $1000?! For a purse?! So as we're walking to the store, she's not telling me where we're going and she's like, "O.K, we're going into this store, and I want you to pretend like you belong there and you're really interested, OK? Go!" She practically pushes me through the door and before I know what's happening she goes, "OK sis, where's that purse you said you wanted? Wasn't it pink?" I'm starting to figure it out, and I actually feel pretty comfortable because I was dressed up and I was carrying my Gucci purse Scott got me for my birthday, but I still feel awkward looking around for God knows what, thinking, gosh these purses are ugly, and my mom nudges me to the front counter up to this man in a tall, dark suit and says, "what purse was it you wanted sis?" I look at this big, well dressed man who's trying to smile at us, and I'm completely silent. I don't know what to say. The whole situation is awkward and uncomfortable. And she just takes over, "Do you guys still have that pink bag?" He kind of rolls his eyes and goes, "let me just check for you." He goes into the back and comes out with this dull pink, huge, super ugly, of course $1000 purse, and my mom grabs hold of it, opens the zipper and starts searching through it. I am standing there, completly at a loss for words, searching for something to say and then it hits me. I have a gucci purse! I could ask to see another gucci purse, after all, I am curious as to what others might look like. So in the midst of my moms' purse excavaganza, I open my mouth and these words flood out, "Do you sell gucci?" My mom turns to me in shock, the hulk man tries to stiffle a laugh, and replies in mock humor, "No maam, this is a Louis Vaton store. We only sell Louis Vaton." A nervouse laugh slips from my lips, and my mom grabs my hand and pulls me out. "What kind of actress are you?" She says as we leave the store. "You used to be good at drama." I turn back to her, "You threw me in the lions den. I wasn't expecting that!" So we laughed about it for a while and I swore I'de never go into another expensive purse store again. I think I'll stick to Walmart. I'm comfortable there.
posted by Jael at 2:53 PM
2 Comments:
yikes...I would probably start screaming in such a scary situation...I'm glad you made it out alive, friend.
Blogging is more than a hobby. Sometimes I'll find a blog I like and just post. Might not be my interest, but it's fun anyhow. I typed in http://www.purses-directory.com/ the other day and got some really good blogs to. You just never know. Have a good one!
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