17th
I am a princess.
I’ll be the first one to admit it, too. If I go dress shopping, the only dress in the store that I will like (before I even start looking at tags or pulling things off the rack) will also be the most expensive one. While shopping on my lunch break last week, I found a bag on the sale rack (okay, so it was at Barney’s Co-Op). The perfect size, and the perfect shape, and it just happened to be an Alexander Wang and was on SALE for $525.
Sometime this weekend (which is inclusive of Friday) I’m looking at an apartment. A studio (which I swore I would NEVER live in). A studio which, because of the block that it’s on in the neighborhood that it’s in, could end up running me a good $400 more than a studio two Metro stops away, or a one bedroom four stops away. Okay, four stops, a transfer, and two more stops.
But hey! 24-hour gym AND 24-hour concierge. Even my concierge at work is only 7.5 hours a day. Soooo there’s that.
