Get the message? 'Nuff said!
Vanessa Williams was THE diva for me when I was a teenager and last night I was able to see one of my favorite Vanessa videos, "Running Back To You", at Roscoes! I was there with My Milwaukee Sister, Jorge, Rob, and Alethya having a belated birthday celebration for my Sista M.. Due to my hectic schedule I was unable to attend his previous birthday outing so we decided a Sunday night at Roscoes would be perfect. They play nithing but 80's/90's trashy dance videos......with LOTS of freestyle thrown in for good measure. 80's dance music wouldn't be complete without Expose's big hair, Safire's big unibrow or Corina's big mustache. Definitely one of the BIGGEST surprises of the night is when a fellow Chicago blogger, Charlie recognized me from my blog and said hi. I still can't remember how I started reading Charlie's blog (which is quite fierce I might add). I think it must have been one of those days at work when I spent more time surfing the internet than actually working, but either way it was cool to meet him, too bad I was so trashed! lol
However, my Sunday was tainted by one horrible, disgusting, tragic and judgmental individual who shall remain nameless.............the fucking sales clerk at
Before the birthday outing, I wanted to do a little shopping on Michigan Avenue. Normally I shop at Nordstrom, Bloomingdales, or the Guess Store. I do not consdier Neimann Marcus to be a welfare store, but I just think alot of their clothes simply aren't practical. I really have no use for a $400 pair of Dolce & Gabanna jeans that are adorned with metal studs, rhinestones and patches of fur on the back pockets. I can dress very gay sometimes but even I have my limits. However, I decided I would give the store a chance. I actually found some Diesel and Juicy Couture (or as I like to pronounce it "Juicy Culture" lol) shirts, however I was unaware they do not accept Visa or Mastercard. What the fuck. So I had no choice but to open a Neimann Marcus charge account. I was quickly approved and the sales clerk seemed shocked by this. This sales clerk had already annoyed the fuck out of me by following me around the whole time asking if I needed help. Apparently my answer of "no" wasn't good enough. Anyhoo, after the credit approval he so nicely told me "oh, but be sure to pay your bill on time, they get kind of picky about that stuff". I was didn't know what to say. How does one respond to such a remark? I mean, how fucking rude? Did I have big sign on my forehead that said "warning: irresponsible dumb ass"????
Well, as soon as my card arrives in the mail I am destroying it and never returning to that fucking hell hole, because I officially declare Neimann Marcus a WELFARE STORE since it's the only explanation for the lousy service!