baggage's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The blur of my credit card I must say-I never understood what all the hoopla was over Nordstroms until now. I mean-yes-it is expensive-but the service is something else. Where else can you ask a piano player with green highlights in his hair to play an extended version of "My Funny Valentine" while a helpful lady escorts you 'round to potential presents for your beloved? Not where I usually shop that's fer sure. So, one tall mocha, a long trenchcoat-like jacket and a pair of really sexy pajamas later (yes, this dork thinks pajamas are sexy), I was almost done with my holiday shopping. And, they wrapped the stuff too (insert Hell-Yes-Butt-Shake Here). Next time, I'll take the Nordstroms shopping experience a step further: I'll request Linkin' Park. 10:44 p.m. - 2001-12-06 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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