« Hip Hip Hooray! | Main | Ta-Da! »

Or, more precisely, Scenes From the Chanel Make-up Counter at the Palm Beach Neiman Marcus:

(1) A woman who had breasts so large, they looked like two coconuts velcroed to her chest;

(2) A couple pushing a pair of matching strollers: his contained a set of twins, hers a shi-tzu;

(3) A bevy of skinny fashion models slinking around in $14,000 outfits, one of whom looked exactly like Angelina Jolie. "You look exactly Angelina Jolie," I told her, unable to keep the envy out of my voice. "If I had a dime for every time someone told me that," she said, rolling her eyes, as though having to humor such comparisons was unbearably tiresome. Yeah, life is tough;

(4) Patti LaBelle and entourage. Although, the entourage only consisted of two people -- both of whom had cell phones fastened to their ears -- so I don't know if that really counts as an entourage. I'm not an expert in these matters, but I would think an entourage would have to consist of a minimum of four people, at least one of whom is paying attention to you.

Posted 25 March 2006 at 07:25 PM