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Archive for the month “October, 2011”

Welcome to the family

There’s always that one defining moment when you dare bring your significant other to a family event and hope that he or she is still dating you by the time the event is over.

I tried to avoid that moment for a long time. I’d rather risk being accused of having an imaginary boyfriend than subject him to my lunatic relatives.

But that lifestyle can’t last forever. So I picked a cousin’s kid’s 6th birthday party. People are behave at kid’s birthday parties, right?

It was a nice afternoon and we’re all sitting out on the deck having drinks and watching the kids play. My aunts are meeting The Bus and he’s holding his own quiet well. Not that I would expect anything less from him. He’s a pretty social guy.

At some point one of my aunts walks up behind him, while he’s sitting at the table having a conversation with someone else, and starts rubbing his recently buzzed head of hair. So there she is rubbing his head with both hands. He begins to have trouble continuing his conversation because he’s a little weirded out by my aunt’s rubbing. And, really, who wouldn’t be?

But, he’s a trooper. He adjusts and carries on.

Until another aunt casually walk by and, out of nowhere, yells at the aunt rubbing The Bus’s head, “you’re a real bitch.”

Que awkward silence. The Bus can’t turn around because one aunt still has her hands on his head while she fires back a quip. The two of them are going at it, while The Bus is stuck with his head in a vice grip.

So this is where every other cousin stands up, gathers their children and calls it quits. There’s a choir of “it’s time to go” and “we’re going to head out now” as everyone makes a mass exodus to the front door.

I have to wait there until The Bus gets a clean break. And then we leave. Since The Bus is the new guy, he’s doing his best to be polite. I’m just mortified and want to get the hell out of Villa de Crazy.

My words to him, “Welcome to the family. Are you going to dump me?”

He decided to hang on to me. Apparently his family has similar moments. Go figure!

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How Foursquare made me a winner

I’m going to hit you with the punch line first. Two weekends ago, my friend won a $1k Nancy Gonzalez purse by playing a foursquare scavenger hunt with me. It took her under three minutes to get her hands on the prize.

My consolation gift was a Neiman Marcus Journal and a matching pen. Yay.

But, I think I felt as much a winner as my friend.

It started with a random blog earlier in the week stating that Neiman Marcus was going to have a promotion with foursquare in which 15 Nancy Gonzalez purses were to be hidden in 15 stores across the country. Foursquare subscribers had to go their local store, check in and, if there was a hidden purse, they’d unlock a riddle to help them find it.

I recently turned my friend, H, onto foursquare. Despite our busy schedules, both of us were free Saturday morning. So, donning our worst possible workout clothes, we showed up to Neiman Marcus with our game faces on.

We were two hours early. Damn that blog for not including the pertinent details!

So we window shopped, sipped coffee and caught up for the next two hours. At noon, we stormed that Neiman Marcus, checked in, and got our clue. It was something about a red-pair of sole mates. Duhhh. Get me to the shoe department.

As soon as we got up the escalator, I saw another young woman on her phone making a quick walk toward the shoes. Let me tell you something about H, she doesn’t like to come in second. I like a competition almost as much as I like chocolate.

Game on.

It turned into a respectable speed walking contest to the shoe department. Me, H, and two well-dress girls on their phones.

There we were, four young women (although, at my age, I might just be fooling myself) scouring the shoe department. I didn’t know if the other women knew to look for Louis Vuitton. So while they were all over the department, H and I zeroed in on the LV display table. She took one table, I took the other.

And then, it happened.

She reached her hand into a boot and pulled out the winning ticket. It said she had won a red crocodile clutch. H was speechless. It doesn’t happen much. In fact, I can’t remember another time I’ve seen her so quiet. Her expression spoke volumes though. While H was trying to wrap her head around winning a purse that could pay off her credit card bill, I was giving the other girl’s a “bitches, we won this” look.

It was at that moment, that I felt like a winner too. Friends are like your team. Sometimes, you’re all working together to kick some ass, sometimes your just the fan with the foam finger. This was a case of the later. I didn’t win squat, but I was so flippin’ ecstatic to see her holding that ticket.

It hadn’t been an easy couple of weeks for her. She had just gotten back from a European vacation with her mom where her boyfriend surprised her with an engagement ring. But, the trip ended on a sour note with her mom and quiet a bit of debt from unplanned last-minute lodging.

Even though I wanted to get my hands on that purse, I sort of surprised myself at how happy I was to see H get it. I should have been wearing a team H jersey and pulled the foam finger out of my purse.

In a time of my life where text messages and tweets suffice as acceptable forms of communication with my best friends, Foursquare and Neiman Marcus gave me a lifelong memory with one of my closest pals. And it didn’t cost a thing.

We had two hours at the mall. We only bought some makeup and coffee (Lord knows we needed both that morning). We spent two hours catching up. Talking about family (the kind you’re born with and the kind you choose), worries, hopes, and plans for her future wedding. What I got was worth more than that purse.

And, H, decided that it the purse was worth keeping and that the debt can wait a bit. She already said I get to borrow the purse for my next big night out. Go team!

P.S. – Breaking news. H, just IM’d me to say she won $100 for guessing the weight of a pumpkin. Lucky bitch.

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