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| - I'm not much of a Vegas girl. I hate gambling. I find it boring and monotonous. What I do like is shopping in Vegas. Why? You ask??? Because you have every shop you'd ever want located within one or 2 hotels. On this trip to Faux City, I was looking for a tote bag. Strangely enough for an Asian gal that works in fashion, I'm not much of a bag girl. I mean, yes... I do have a few handbags that scream "I'm Korean!!!" but they're all hand me downs from Mama K. But, knowing I had a business trip coming up, I started to save my pennies to treat myself to a ridiculously overpriced and a straight invitation to hell, handbag. I love clothes. That's just me. I love fabrics and fine tailoring brushing up against my skin. A bag just doesn't do that for me. Anyway, so here we are. Boss Lady and me. Boss Lady is a grab 'em by the balls, New York woman. This lady has no problem dropping 30 grand at any given moment for the right outfit, bag or shoes. Put us two together and you've got a oneway ticket to hell.
After a day of meeting after meeting, we grabbed a cocktail and off we went to The Forum Shops. I browsed through every shop, picking up handbag after handbag. Some I liked, some I didn't but all of them gave me the same questionable doubts. "How the hell am I going to drop 2 to 3 grand on this lil piece of leather?!" No matter how big the bag was or how detailed, I just couldn't get myself to commit.
One of the first shops we walked into was Burberry and I immediately noticed a lambskin motorcycle jacket. I fell in love. The angels started singing and the sounds of all the crazy Vegas commotion started to faint off into the distance. I tried it on... I asked, "how much?". 2 thousand was the answer. I took it off... The jacket was actually a size too big but Brett, the sales associate immediately called around to find me my size. I told him, if he found it, to call me and let me know so that I can come back and try it on. We went on our merry way, still searching for the bag. 2 hours later, I still didn't find the magical bag. I think I stopped searching after I put on that jacket. Brett called me back and they luckily found my size. I put it back on and the angels started singing again. It was mine.
What I love about shopping in Vegas is they all treat you exactly the same. They can't judge you. Too many shoppers dressed casually or looking like bums but are walking around with wads of hundred dollar bills. You've got grandmas wearing plastic visors dropping 10 grand on a coat, to 20 year old girls with tacky gold earrings grabbing every Fendi handbag they can get their hands on. No salesperson can tell if you're a billionaire or bum, so they treat you equally. They'll bend over backwards to get you what you want. This is not the case in most cities. In other cities, they judge you on your appearance. Kinda like what happens to Oprah when she's in Switzerland.
Anyway... I love my 2 thousand dollar jacket with my Mama K hand me down bag.
I still think there's a bed waiting for me in hell tho maybe for other reasons... Maybe not.....
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