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.
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.