a...bagel store?

One of the best parts about DC was that who should be there at the same time other than, oh, you know, WHITE LIGHTNING. Elizabeth and I met up back in the summer and since lightning never strikes the same place twice we met up again in Georgetown and I am pretty much convinced we are the most dynamic duo ever.The only vintage shop open was this place Annie Creamcheese, which some of you recommended but we didn't even know that was the name of it til we actually paid attention to the posters hanging everywhere written in a font I'm pretty sure my 9 year old birthday party invitations were written in. Pretty good selection but the prices were INSANE, yo. I say this not as just a 12 year old with the money of a 12 year old but as an American citizen with a...budget? conscience? the want to buy pizza after school comfortably? I dunno.We are at the end of a psychedelic belt tunnel.We were grateful however to the in-awe-guration sale, because it meant I could get these crazy futuristic sunglasses and Elizabeth could get a Roman war hero pin (since she fought
back then, dontchaknow) and her friend Melissa could get an adorbz top.We talked about Bat Mitzvah dress options and how she is trying to make Melissa a go-go girl and fashionz and how Chuck Bass always improves school essays and about how I am going to move in with her in NY (somehow, okay?)That blue sweater which is totally Chicago Children's Museum is the REAL 80s Betsey Johnson shiz, not all that recent revival stuff.
Also-I look like Spock.We will meet again soon, WL. Miss you already! xoxo