That's it. Cookie, you are so having that fashion show at the mall.

Went down to the newly improved Fashion Show mall for about three hours of relaxation from all of the strenuous homework I had been doing... all three hours of homework I had been going at, anyways. Hey, it's not my fault that I'm drawing blanks for this AIDS project. Michaels should have given us the idea and topic at least two weeks ago when my creative juices flowed like lemon meringue.

Okay, so technically meringue is suppose to be nice and stiff.

Anyways, Fashion Show Mall has its own runway complete with models who do one show a day during the weekend. It's actually quite interesting... except that the models (specifically the guys) are complete amateurs. For instance, one male model spent three seconds at the end of the runway and was constantly trying to slap female ass... what the hell? Thankfully he only appeared once or twice, but still...

The coolest part, however, was the runway itself. The entire thing rises from the ground and feels much like an actual fashion show. Well, minus the little kids trying to get onto the runway. So, the school's possible fashion competition may have found a home... completely un-bloody likely, but it's always a possibility.

The Starbucks there is nice. Sis and I went in so she could get a caramel macchiato (instead got a mocha coconut frap) and were treated to a loverly sight: three gorgeous men working behind the counter. Two were practically Robbie Williams lookalikes (one just looked like a cuter British version while the other was an italian version( and cute faux-blonde who set off my gaydar.

Not like that was hard to accomplish since half of the men working in any of the stores did that. Especially in Nordstrom where I kept on having flashbacks to both Mannequin movies. Half expected Hollywood to come bursting out in his... her plastic sun glasses. Yeesh.

Nordstrom is abso-fucking-lutely beautiful but there is nothing there I'd dare buy. Everything's so damned expensive. Case in point: this really gorgeous black, frilly shirt and this industrial "hazardous" printed shirt each going in excess of $180. Shite. At least I have ideas for shirt designs now.

... I would so like to go to a church where the missals all have showtunes in them. What better way to please the higher deities with a chorus from "Bring On the Men?"

And people who see me in real life should rejoice. I was this close to getting a nice ruby choker a la Moulin Rouge but I decided against it. I will not turn into another Justin, goddammit!