Get yourself a cup o joe, this is a long one. Right, this weekend, I convinced myself I needed new jeans (regardless of the fact I have eight pairs). So I dragged E with me to the mall and on our way to Macys, we saw the store my gal Evelyn told me about when I admired a kickass ring she wore. Shed said it was all biker goodness with tatted hotties as clerks. So, obviously, I talked E into going in with me. Evelyn was right, biker goodness with tatted hotties as clerks. I think I got a bit dazzled and ended up in front of a case full of rock n roll jewelry, entirely unable to do much more than stand there and stare. Enter hottie who started yanking out rings for me. He was all, Thats gold and diamonds, etc., etc., I was all, How much? He was all, $12,000. I was all [in my head], Holy crap! E was all, You may need to call your banker. I was all [in my head], Holy crap! Finally, hottie clerk realized no way in hell I was gonna lay out $12K for a skull ring that weighed a pound and had two massive diamonds in it so he said, We also have some stuff in silver. I replied, Silver, yeah, silver. Take me to the silver. We wandered over to the silver case and as I fell in love, completely forgetting about jeans, E said, You need to celebrate the goodness of Deacon. Just what every girl needs, a sister who gives you perfectly logical excuses to drop a load on biker goodness jewelry. E then decides to riff with the hottie clerk on blood diamonds (not that this store had such things) in a way that I was leaned over the counter, practically banging my head against it, unable to hold myself up because Im laughing so much. Alas, I fell in love with two rings (more like seven but I was being good). So hottie clerk says, Monday is two ring day. I said, You should put on a t-shirt. But for each day of the week. Like panties. He then says, You guys need to come in here more often. He didnt need to invite me. I have five more rings to buy. Hes wrapping up my purchase and asking us to some party theyre giving so, of course, I asked him and his bud to the RCR Happy Hour on Friday. He said, Hey! Great! Do you have a flier or something? Ill pass it around. E then says, Um...no, no fliers. She doesnt need fliers. Shes kinda famous. He blinks at me. I then say, If you dont know me, Im not famous. But Im getting a t-shirt that says, Im kinda famous. We left with me having my Deacon celebration NightRider Jewelry rings in hand on Two Ring Monday. Ive attached their FB page so you can check out the goodness. I didnt even inspect the bracelets and pendants. I need to sell more books. ROCK ON!
Posted on: Wed, 15 Oct 2014 17:24:28 +0000
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