Gift Bags & Pineapple Dreams

So Steph and I attended this fashion sample sale in Hollywood yesterday morning. Unfortunately, with the time change, some of the vendors got to the event late so the VIP Hour that we spent extra benjamins on was pretty much spent waiting outside at Hollywood & Highland with 300 angry women with their wallets popping out of their Gucci and Prada purses. Luckily, the free champagne was flowing by the time we made it inside. Otherwise, they could have had a serious situation on their hands. Don't mess with women and bargain shopping. Time is of the essence.

Oh, and don't mess with a woman on a quest for her free gift bag either. After we our own wallets in the ICU and drank some free champagne, we decided to blow that popsicle stand and go be tourists for a day in Hollywood. But on our way out we needed to collect our free gift bags full of about, oh, $45 in product. Directly behind us, a woman (well, I saw her up close - I'm pretty sure she was a he but whatevs) became absolutely irrate that she might not get her giftbag because a rumor had started that they were running out. She immediately went into hytsterics, pushing and yelling and threatening. Her voice dropped six octaves and her eyes, I SWEAR, turned a reddish hue - I was half expecting her head to spin around. After shoving Steph and I aside, she got her free magazine and body scrub in a bag and was on her way... and so were we.

We then trotted immediately into a Hollywood souvenir shop where for $14 we landed a pair of giant yellow pineapple sunglasses and a pair of martini sunglasses. We wore them all around Hollywood Boulevard, including the infamous Pig-N-Whistle, enjoying our time as tourists. We got quite a few compliments on the glasses but really just enjoyed our time pretending to be from Idaho and erasing our run-in with the gift bag princess. And pineapple sunglasses never go out of style....