OK...why does anyone really care where the heck Paris Hilton is at any given moment?
We were down at Wailea, shopping and looking to get a nice Lava Flow over at Tommy's when the call went out!
OMG!!!
Paris Hilton is at Guess! PARIS HILTON!
Goofy and sis were beside themselves with excitement. I was waiting outside yet another shop doing some serious people watching, when all of the sudden...
"Come here! Quick!" they said in unison "Paris Hilton is at Guess!!!"
I'm like "OK...who cares?"
"Who cares? Who cares? It's Paris Hilton! We gotta go quick so we can try to see her". They say this as if I'm not of sound mind for even asking...
So up the mall we go. It is not hard to see where she is, because, of the several hundred people that are shopping at this mall this fine evening, only about 4 aren't gawking at the Guess store. They must not speak English or something.
Both from below and at store level (Guess, my friends is on the second floor).
Paparazzi, security guards...the gawkers. All there...all excited by the prospect of "her".
They've closed the store to mere mortals so that Princess P does not have to deal with the riff raff of everyday life. So they jostle and move to get better views from the store windows.
"I saw her" I hear someone shout excitedly "that was soooo cool."
I am wondering why...
At this point I say (apparently in a tone misunderstood by my favorite stalkers) that I'm going to go get a drink at the other end of the mall as far from this circus as I can get. I was just going to go wait while they stalked happily for glimpses, but they thought I was mad (which I wasn't at all), so they stalked me to the bar instead. I turned around, and they were there, quietly following. They are very good stalkers. LOL.
We had our requisite Lava Flow (there you go Carol R :), and then left (me hoping that the princess had departed, but my companions secretly (I think) hoping for another chance).
As it happened, they got their wish...said PP (Princess P, is now and forevermore PP for me, lol) was at that odd shop on the LOWER LEVEL now. If you've been to Wailea, you know which one I mean...if not, it's too hard to describe...kinda goth, meets cupie dolls. Of course they closed it as well, and even put paper up over the windows to protect PP's privacy (like that was why she was out to begin with).
My little stalkers got a lovely pick through the window of a t-shirt (which I've posted, think it's prophetic? lol), which made them somewhat happy. Then we heard she'd left by a back door.
Since it was time to leave, and I wanted to make up for them leaving the first stalking opportunity, we drove around to the other side of the mall and found (hushed tones here) more security lurking about. We parked and were "looked at sternly" by some guy pretending to blend in to the riff and/or raff. My stalkers believe they saw the window darkened SUV that took PP back to her new palace by the sea (Hilton purchased the Grand Wailea just for PP...isn't that Sweeeeet?).
And that was that...or maybe not. Perhaps we'll "see" her again.
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