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Maul of America

If you’ve been actually reading these blogs you must realize we have not slowed down for more than two seconds in the last many months. We decided it was high time we had some touristy fun in a new city.

So…when in Minneapolis, what’s a girl to do? Obviously, it’s to go to the Mall of America.

They say there's something for everyone in the Mall of America. We'd heard rumor that Sarah Palin did her campaign wardrobe shopping at one of the big stores inside. So we had to wonder...could two liberal Jews from New York find a pair of jeans in this 2.5 million square feet of retail shopping space?

We heard rumor that Sarah Palin did her campaign wardrobe shopping at one of the big stores inside the Mall of America...but when we first laid eyes on the imposing 2.5 million square feet of retail shopping space, we had to wonder: were we mavericks enough to hunt down the perfect pair of jeans?

But within seconds we were both stricken with near-fatal Mall Malaise.

Thankfully, our survival instinct kicked in and we crawled into the cushy oblivion of Nordstrums. There we spent a miserable hour unsuccessfully trying to cram our aging asses into unkind denim.

But then the MOA gods smiled on us: we met Annie. Hip, cool, unflappable, a fashion angel with x-ray vision and a savant-like knowledge of Nordstrum’s jeans inventory.

One look at us, fully dressed, and she sized up the whole mess. “These might be freakishly perfect,” she said, handing over a pair that looked exactly like the 53 pairs we had just tried on. “Try them on, then come out and show me your booty, Girlfriend.”

We shamelessly followed her instructions. “Nice, Woman. Now try these, Sister.” By this point, SisterWomanGirlfriend owned us. Truth be told: she had us at “freakishly.”

The moral of the story: when in San Francisco, lose your heart. When in Minneapolis, save your booty. Girlfriend.

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