The Dangers of Drunk Shopping
It’s happened to all of us: brunch with friends starts innocently enough with French toast, good gossip, and, oh sure, a mimosa. The toast gets finished, the gossip gets better, and why not, another mimosa. Or two. Or five. And then, drunk on friendship and, oh right, mimosas, off you go shopping.
Oh, drunk shopping. Is anything responsible for more of our closet mistakes? There’s the American Apparel skin-tight dress. In our champagne haze, it was curve-accentuating and sexy. The next morning, an awful truth: we looked like an overweight streetwalker. And what of the ultra-complicated Grecian draped Philosophy tank? If we’d been sober when we purchased it, we might have remembered the sales associate’s lesson on how to actually put it on. We have never figured it out since. Even our wedding was not immune to the curse of drunk shopping – we very seriously considered putting down a deposit on a WAY out of budget $8,000 gown.
So a humble plea, on behalf of your wardrobe: next time the mimosas are beckoning you inside the store doors, take your ladies to a movie instead. Or, if you can’t resist the lure of the clothes, at least go somewhere with a generous return policy.
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