A Cautionary Tale

Yesterday, Summer, Sharona and I went for a long-overdue Drunk Brunch. There won't be many more of these, as Sharona is getting married, and apparently there's some bullshit rule that if you get married, you have to live with the person you're marrying, and as that person happens to live in Houston, well... you get the idea.

Anyway, I've recently discovered that despite years of believing exactly the opposite, I am actually a fan of the Bloody Mary. Our regular Drunk Brunch destination is very prompt with the free refills, which resulted in my being rather tipsy on a Saturday afternoon.

As is often the case, we felt like shopping after Drunk Brunch, and before I knew it, I had a dressing room started for me at the Betsey Johnson store. And then I tried on this:



I was instantly in love, and despite its hefty price tag, my arm began reaching into my wallet for my credit card. And I couldn't stop it. And there are no refunds -- only exchange or store credit. And no special clause for drunk shopping, either.

Luckily, I tried on the dress this morning and still loved it. It would have been a real tragedy if I'd bought an ugly, unflattering dress due to Bloody Mary goggles. And I can only blame Summer and Sharona so much for egging me on, although the two of them are, actually, bad shopping influences. Let this be a lesson to you, kids: Don't drink and shop. Have I mentioned that I'm only working part-time at the moment, and have been slowly chipping away at my savings account? Awesome.