A couple days ago I was out shopping for a dress. I was wandering around the mall up here, taking tours of all the stores whether I knew what kinds of dresses they sold or not. Well it was my lucky day, because I happened to walk into a store that greeted me with a glass of champagne. Just little old me, just for walking into the store. Hoorah! Instant celebration. It was so delightful, it made me wish there was any chance of me actually purchasing one of these dresses.
I felt very spoiled and sipped it gratefully as I walked around the store. The only problem was, there were only four racks of dresses, so there I was surrounded by roughly forty dresses I couldn't afford, holding a half empty glass of champagn, trying to finish it without appearing to pound the drink like a drinking game at so many college parties.
My options were drying up, I couldn't very well walk around the mall drinking an alcoholic beverage, nor could I stand and conspicuously not try on dresses any longer, so I guiltily returned my glass to the store owner and avoided that wing of the mall for the rest of my shopping trip. Awkward exit aside, it was very glamorous to have been liquored up for dress perusal, which brings me to:
Thing #6 I like about the Valley:
Champagne drinking while shopping: the fanciest of mall activities.
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