taking over brackettown with $1200 worth of merchandise.

you know that scene in pretty woman where richard gere takes julia roberts shopping? well i just reinacted that, except instead of richard gere footing the bill it was my uncle kenny.

kenny came in from dallas to do the final four with me and dad, so he came to pick me up and take me downtown after i was done with class while dad kept sorting tickets, but instead of taking me to the hotel we went to nordstrom where i basically was a human barbie doll so that uncle kenny could get his fix of spoiling the daughter he never had. he kept shouting "we need a personal shopper! we're looking for something hot for this girl to wear to a party tonight!"

even though i was already pretty excited about wearing the new frankey's top that my fav gay salesguy austin swiped of the 75% off rack for me, i humored uncle kenny and played dress up while he enthusiastically forked over the plastic. the damage was as follows:

a calvin klein silk dress $158

a plaid raincoat thing---i don't even know $160

a silver leather jacket (what?) $260

and....

get ready for this....

a pair of stuart weitzman heels for $355!!! unreal.

once i got over the shock of that experience and felt like i had exhausted the phrases "thank you so much!" and "you shouldn't have!," we went back to the hotel to meet dad and then on to lunch at harry and izzy's where a shrimp cocktail will set you back about $20. who am i?!?! for this weekend at least, i am chuck johnsen's daughter/assistant, and am prepared to spend the rest of the weekend schmoozing with potential employers. right now i am sitting in the hotel alone waiting for the events manager from nike to come pick up his final four tickets from me. i plan on offering a simple trade: his tix for a job with nike. sound fair? i think so too.