A 28yr old, a 38yr old and a 17 year old Russian Boy walk into Nordstrom Rack......

Playing Dress-Up

It is about 11am on Sunday, the day after our annual Roktoberfest party.  It is a big party, one that included a fire and 38 sausages up in flames 30 mins before guests arrived.  Well, the party ensued and was a lot of fun.  The carnage the next day, never fun.  It should be a day of getting stuff cleaned up and football.

 

The boy says, can we go and get my hoodies today?  <fingernails down chalkboard>

It is starting to get colder and he has noticed this.  That is kind of awesome, that the 17 year old notices something.  He has the attention span of a gnat,   and many things pass the boy by, unless its texting, cars, Iphones, or video games, his ability to stay in one lane is negligible.  So, we just HAD to go shopping yesterday for hoodies.  So what do I do?  I take him with my girlfriend in from New York to Nordstrom Rack out in King of Prussia.  DUMB HOST MOTHER, DUMB HOST MOTHER.  I would like to note that we also needed to find a white dress shirt and tie for his suit...senior pictures this week. 

There are a few issues with taking a teenage boy to Nordstrom Rack.  1. The shoe department and two women.  2. The bag department and two women 3. A very handsome 17 year old that you can dress up in ANYTHING and he looks good.  I don't know how Ken translates in Russian, but I should find out.

 He went into the dressing room with a white shirt and came out to two women holding up 5 additional shirts, a velvet lavender tuxedo jacket and a sweater, Cheshire cat grins abound. 

He hates to shop, he has told me this many times, but I saw a crack in this statement as the day wore on.........

After about 30 mins of playing dress up with our Russian Ken, (we found a couple of good shirts too, and a tie and the dress shirt by the way!) we moved about the store. We walked past the shoe section and I actually have a magnetic body that gets sucked onto shoe racks, its quite embarrassing.  But I am trying to resist when I hear, "Oh God, we have lost Elise (code name for NY friend) she is somewhere in the shoes!"  He literally turns and starts to frantically search the rows of shoes to get her out without harm.  We start ogling the shoes, and the boy holds up a stiletto to his neck right around his jugular and says. "This would be bad if I did this and hit it here" meaning, slicing the jugular with a stiletto.  We dragged Elise out , paid for our goods, then headed up to the outlets to find a hoodie. 

Russian Ken and The Shoe Incident

On many occasions Ken has told me about his mother's great love of shoes.  How she will by one bag and three pairs of shoes.  I fail to see the issue with this behavior.  So, an interesting phenomenon happened when we hit the outlets.  He saw DC shoes in the window and I could not leave the outlets to get back to the Eagles game unless he tried them on.  It is 3:45 pm, the game is at 4pm and we are 40 mins away.  Fail.

The boy who hates shoes, asked the sales guy for 3 different pairs in his size and that he would buy them all if they fit.  WHUUUUTTTTTTTTT???? So I couldn't look in Nordstrom, and his mom can't buy 3 pairs of shoes without commentary, but this is OK.  Hmmmmmm.........

Long story short, he got 1 pair of shoes because they didn't have his size.....(pictured above)

We then flew home to watch a terrible football game, clean the house and of course watch Dexter. 

On a Side Note.....

I have to mention that I had Ken try on his suit with his new tie and shirt, and I was blown away at the transformation, he looked like a sharp, handsome young man....is this how mom's feel when their kids get dressed up to go to dances and prom.  I was gushing, what is happening to me?