an afternoon in fake china

this past weekend my dad and stepmom came up to nyc to visit. they've come up before and done all of the touristy things....walking over the brooklyn bridge, going to the top of the empire, going to the top of the ROCK, taking a stroll around central park, blah,blah,blah.

this time..the first words out of my dads mouth as he was spouting out his plan of attack for the 28 hours he would be here were "lets go fake purse shopping in chinatown"

(good thing i wasn't drinking/eating anything as i was talking to him on the phone. otherwise i might had to have been resuscitated.)

anyway, so they arrive to brooklyn (he usually says something along the lines of YYYEAAHHHH BRROOOKLYN!! WE ARE GONNA HANG OUT IN BROOKLYN TONIGHT!!!!), we walk up to my apartment (OMG 6 FLIGHTS NO WONDER YOU STAY IN SHAPE!!!!!!), then we head over to manhattan to check them into the hotel, then off to china town!!!

okay. so i have never done this fake purse thing before. so i had no idea what to expect. i wasn't sure if i was going to get arrested, or get abducted and sold into some asian slave trade, or maybe even be forced to eat some dead cat or something. who knows, its china town.

we come up off the subway and IMMEDIATLEY get hounded by 100 tiny asian people who are holding cards with pictures of purses on them,whispering rolex into your ear, and flashing you glimpses of gucci sunglasses out of black plastic bags. this is a pretty typs chinatown experience, i just usually punch them in the face and keep walking.




















we say yes to some 2'11" chinese man, and then he starts sprinting down the street away from us. (assuming we are supposed to follow him) we run to catch up with him and he leads us a couple of blocks to a street corner. then he stops and says something so fast and points down the street and runs away. then slowly the door to the back of a van (from illinois, why didnt you hitch a ride with them sbmo???) opens up and a tiny asian woman peeks her head out and tells us that 2 people can come into the back of the van.

its a hot mess. purses everywhere - when you pick one up she puts it on you and yells so loud that it looks so good on you and then immediately starts bargaining to make sure you buy it. i wasn't that interested, and was getting uncomfortable with the entire situation, so i basically just sat there and watched while nm1 attacked the pile of bags. (sidenote - at one point i take a glance outside and br1 and my dad are standing there so awkward on the street corner with a group of overweight tourists waiting in line for the van)

so nm1 picks out 4 purses, they throw in a wallet for free, and we are on our way.

i cant wait to see what my dad suggests we do next time he comes to nyc.


fya,

amo

(ps - i changed the blog colors. again. thoughts?)