But before laying my precious Loehmann's to rest, I must not only memorialize it, but educate the unfortunate individuals who will never experience being stark naked in the group dressing rooms at Loehmann's -- Here's what I learned.
I just moved to the West coast a few weeks ago, and before I finish drinking the full pitcher of "California Kool-Aid" (don't worry it's organic and made with agave syrup), I have to write from the perspective of my East Coast self.
Today, I spontaneously decided to walk into a spinning class at a gym I used to attend. Okay, let me not make it seem like "attend" means frequent, more like I would go once a week to a spinning class at this particular spot.
My imagination ran wild. What witty thing would I say to Mr. Ginsberg? What will I do when he asks me to drop out of college and be his full time assistant? What will my family say? But how can I turn down such an opportunity?