Branded…
And so I planned to go for a movie all by myself after being rejected a few times. Bought an e-ticket to make sure I go. And then Zahid calls up. Yells at me for not calling or making an effort to get in touch. Well, I was a lil self-involved with my family falling apart and all.
Anyway, he convinced me he’d refund that cash I paid if I show up and go shopping with him. And dinner and shisha to boot. So after alot of haggling and trying to make sure I stuck to my plan, I gave in and said I’d see him instead. He said hanging out with friends was better than going for a movie alone.
So we went shopping. And I landed up with my first branded item – A Gucci bag. Not just any bag. A gigantic, soft leather tote-bag like thing. Not telling the price. I’m rather ashamed of it. But Zahid convinced me and he said retail therapy helps. I’m not too sure. I’m not a shopping person, let alone brands person. The most I’ve ever splurged on are on books, food and software, in that order. And for something as frivolous as a bag? Zahid’s gonna turn me into a girl yet. Next thing I’ll be going to a salon everyday for a manicure, pedicure and blowdry while clutching my Gucci handbag and Miu Miu shoes while wearing Prada and Victoria’s Secrets undies. Oh lord.
But Zahid means well. He sensed I was down and cheered me the best way he could. Except I’m broke now. With a lovely bag. Oh well.
