I’m in a store looking around and I see an expensive handbag that was $5000 marked down to $159, so I buy it. I ask why it’s marked down so much, and the salesclerk says that it’s the only one like it they have, though they have unfinished ones in the back. The bag is brownish-tan leather.
A bunch of people come into the store and I realize it’s a party. I get a note in the mail and it’s a card from Liz that she made by sewing puffy fabric on the card. I see all my friends there, everyone I know — Jai, Ross, Susie & Jake. Susie and Jake want to stay outside and play hockey. Chad avoids me.
Walking through the party, some people comment on my sweater and ask who made it. It’s by Balenciaga but I don’t know how to pronounce it, so I show them the label. The label falls off and I give the label to one of the people who asked.
I say I sometimes dress as a tranny, which is an inside joke in reference to a comment that someone made earlier. At the time it seemed hilarious.
Across the room, someone points out the guy who owns the store. I want to meet him.
