"20% off a $600.00
dress is no employee discount, Raquel! For God's sake I work my ass of here
everyday-- I worked with a fractured ankle, not an easy thing!"
Raquel sighed, "What you need the dress for anyway?"
I figured that maybe if I told her, she'd just let me, borrow it
for a night.
"You remember when those three guys that came in that one
day?"
"The Backstreet Boys, right?"
I nodded, "Well, the one that," I tapped my cheek,
reminding her of the little kiss
I’d gotten in exchange for my number, "he asked me out to this party
Christmas Eve."
"You're fuckin' with me..."
"No, I swear! And I don't have a dress... please just let me
borrow it for one
night."
Raquel shook her head, "Nope. Sorry. You know we can't do
that."
I drew in a breath, trying not to explode. "Fine, but I'm
bringing it back!" I dug
around in my wallet for my credit card and slapped it down on the counter. “You
are so lucky that I really need this or I would so sit in my basement and
desperately try to sew my own goddamn dress together."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she pulled the sensory tag off the
dress and put it in a garment bag. "Have a nice day, Samantha!" she
called after me as I turned and walked toward the entrance, "Tell me all
about what happens with your Backstreet Boy!" I flicked her off.
~*~ Countdown to Christmas Eve ~*~
::THURSDAY the 20th:: Liv and me went shopping for shoes. I
couldn't believe
we didn't even wear the same shoe size anymore. God, does chocolate make your
feet get fat too? The shoes were Fendi and would be going back to the store as
soon as I had done with them. When we got back home Liv made me model the dress
with the shoes, then asked if I was thinking about doing something with 'that
hair of mine.' I told her maybe and she called some lady named ‘Cookie' and
made me an appointment.
::FRIDAY the 21rst:: I went and got my nails done, by suggestion
of my dear
friend Liv. For the first time in about 8 years and the whole time I was
getting them done the little Korean lady kept insulting me: 'Who do your nail?'
'Your nail look awful!' 'You need manicure!' Then she would start talking about
me to the other Koreans in the shop. I was so completely mortified that I...
just walked out and didn't pay her shit.
::SATURDAY the 22nd:: I went to the gym. I had no idea why I was
going
through all this trouble to look perfect for one night. One night that I didn't
know if it was a date or if we were going as friends. I figured it would be
ethical of me to make an effort to look half way decent. It'd be pretty
embarrassing if I went out with him looking like shit (I mean to actually look
like someone who was actually worthy of stepping into a public place with Kevin
Richardson... God... I'd need some electrolysis, a nose and boob job, Lypo, ...
the list goes on)! I could almost hear the things people would say: 'Kristin
may have been a low down, dirty gold-digger but at least she was pretty!'
::Sunday the 23rd:: Liv called and told me she made me some extra
appointments, as in spa and make-up at Esteé Lauder. I felt so bad, Liv was
going all out of her way to help me. I figured she deserved a night out with a
ton of stars as much as I did. But she said she was busy the next night and she
hoped I had fun. I vowed that one of these days I was going to pay her back for
all her help and dedication in our friendship.
::Monday the 24th:: Well... you know the deal.