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You Don't Have To Be Rich.

During our outing to the fancy shmancy Westfield San Francisco on Sunday, I was reminded of an old Prince song... Sure, you don't have to be rich to be my girl, but wouldn't it be loads of fun?

That world of the ultra rich is just so foreign to me. Especially looking at the price tag of a simple cotton/polyester zip up hoodie at (teenagers really buy this stuff?):

Riiiiiiight.

Or that Omega watch that James Bond wearsDoes the two grand buy you the debonaire looks and Walther PPK pistol too? The best part was after a failed search for the Hamilton watches at that Tourneau store, the attendant politely put us in our place: "Oh, we carry that in our back store. Go to Watch Gear, right next door." Nevermind that my cherised Christmas present cost someone quite a pretty penny.

Right.

Or how about that nine dollar bag of Cocoa Bella chocolates (that's FOUR pieces of chocolate for those keeping score at home):


And the chocolates weren't all that great.
All complaints aside, it was kinda fun playing rich and famous on a relaxing Sunday afternoon.

posted by VirtualErn @ 12:18 AM

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