There’s an old “Sex and the City” episode that I can’t get out of my mind.
I remember the name clear as day: “A Woman’s Right to Shoes.”
Carrie went to the third (!) baby shower for a beautiful Tatum O’Neal.
A kid destroys her brand new $500 shoes and the mother refuses to reimburse her.
Well that same $500 is $900 today. So, better to do it 20 years ago.
Why did she refuse?
Because she thought Carrie shouldn’t have spent that much on herself.
I’ve been feeling that a lot in the past few weeks among those who knew I was heading to Tokyo.
Like, don’t spend money before your trip. Don’t spend money after your trip. Don’t spend that much during your trip.
But … I bought a sparkly Walt Disney outfit for the trip. Which I WORE.
I bought hella Disney souvenirs for my Disney friends.
Because the same ears that would cost $40 in WDW worked out to $11-$12 with the devaluation of the yen.
And they aren’t the same ears you can get here — they are Jubilee-only at DisneySea.
Sure, I bought a metric fuckload of snacks at Don Quijote, 7-11 and in the duty-free shops.
And guess whose fat ass is enjoying them in her post-vacation depression?
I started separating out my gifts today, and honestly, it isn’t too bad. I even paid off my Amex and my Disney Visa.
Don’t talk to me about my Sapphire card, though.
Had to go load up on Trader Ming’s (er, Joe’s) and Publix so my refrigerator wouldn’t be as empty as the space between tRump’s ears.
And even then, the litany of hotels still cost less than a thousand USD.
When you think about it, Disney admission was $50 for a full day and $25 for nighttime.
So I had four days in the parks (two full, two half) for … $150.
You try getting into Epcot for under $179 for one day. And even my Aloft runs a minimum $250 a weekend even if I catch it on sale.
I did some research and other than there being a weight limit (!) and some wonky real estate minimum value, I could totally “retire” there.
Anyway! I am not a shoe girl post-pandemic, as all my heels are in a storage tub and I live in Crocs (the cute ones, not the boats).
But I am definitely the girl who ain’t got JACK to say to anyone who’s got an opinion about my spending.
Especially if they were, are or about to be the beneficiary of it, in some way or another.
But hey, no ears for you then.
But big props to my friend Scott who’s Tokyo-bound later this year.
He commended my upgrade to First Class (which is still far shittier than Japan’s peon class).
First on American:
Peon on Japan:
And said that’s what we SHOULD be doing with transatlantic flights.
Like, at our age, wouldn’t it be ridiculous NOT to give our bodies something more than a shrunken seat?