The Aftermath

The day after Christmas (think some refer to it as Boxing Day) has always been depressing. That was until last year. Last December, my cousin Jennifer and I began our very own tradition of participating in day-after-Christmas retail madness alongside the rest of America's bored-and-pathetic. Delirious due to lack of sleep (girls like to gab in bed), we took advantange of the early-bird specials at Southcoast Plaza. We had to wake up at 5am in order to pay to save, but boy was it worth it! Unfortunately, this year, Jennifer absent-mindedly scheduled a residency interview with the good folks at Cedar Sinai at 7:30am on the day after Christmas. Fortunately, the hospital is located directly across the street from the Beverly Center (a huge mall for those unfamiliar with Los Angeles), sandwiched between Robertson Boulevard and Third Street (streets filled with boutiques oft featured in the eyecandy publications, USWeekly and People). Unwilling to break our nouveau tradition, we decided it'd be best if I were to tag along with her in the morning. Seeing that a final vacation day spent in the suburbs of LA would have been a bit of a buzz-kill, I did as Jen suggested and tagged along. I kept busy while she interviewed by working on my final business school application at a Coffeebean situated across from the mall; and with the help of two grandes-sized Moroccan Mint tea lattes, I was surprisingly productive. The rest of the afternoon would be spent roaming down Third Street with Jen. Whipping out our credit cards with much glee and little thought, we continued to relish in "tradition." Wishing you a safe trip back to Duke, Jen.