We went into the city yesterday and wandered around Chinatown. I followed a lady with a picture of bags who kept saying, "You like Chanel? You like Coach?"
Sure. Why not?
Garrett followed behind like a body guard. Their system was pretty high tech with one girl calling ahead to another. They also had a guy who seemed to be the head of the operation walking up and down the sidewalk. After a block or two, we were passed off to another girl who led us to a minivan filled with bags. Oh yeah.
We met up with our friends Stephanie and Josh who took us to a little place called Jule's Bistro in the East Village. It was tasty. The jazz music began at 1:00 and was peppy and good. The band was quite entertaining--the lead even imitated a trumpet just by pursing and blowing his lips. Seriously. Few would know it wasn't an actual instrument. Plus, if you're in the area, it has cheap drinks. Where else in the city can you get mimosas, kir, and sangria for $4.50? Not that I had one. They did serve my apple juice in a tumbler so that it looked like a whiskey, though.
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