Window shopping in South Beach reminds me that Miami women may have different proportions than Minnesotans.
I suspect Minneapolis is a tad classier, but not as fun.
Window shopping in South Beach reminds me that Miami women may have different proportions than Minnesotans.
I suspect Minneapolis is a tad classier, but not as fun.
Sunday, before Stella and I worked on our ADR assignment (which took forever) we went to the Mall of America1 and Wal-Mart.
MOA = hilarity. But since it is impolite to take pictures of the NUMEROUS goth kids wearing black bat and kitty ears (I kid you not) we had to settle for the Hollister mannequin, who was flashing the entire mall:
This is the first time that I realize how hobo-chic Hollister is. The mannequins both look like they’d smell and ask for a quarter. Hm.
After the mall we went to Wal-Mart. We found some gi-normous tea cups!
Okay, okay. This is actually a flower pot. I want a Starbucks one.
After Wal-Mart we went to Wilde Roast and spent a minute on the ADR assignment. It was long-ish, and the in-class ADR simulation is tomorrow. We’ll see how that goes!
1 Cheapest mall trip every by-the-way. I spent $4 on a keychain and Stella spent $4 on a too-tight headband at Forever 21. Our primary reason to go to the mall was so that I could get my watch shortened and so Stella could scream at Version for her $100 mystery charge on her phone bill.
Mom and I went on a bucci bag hunt on 20th street.
20th street is Allapattah’s shopping district. It’s an interesting combination of imports, bootlegs, and back-of-the-truck items.
