Before my flight to Nashville departed from LaGuardia airport, I had already made fast friends with two lawyers from Montreal. After they told me that they were attending because of the social events and explained how last year's conference in Vegas went down, I knew it was going to be a good weekend!
My first order of business upon arrival, aside from getting my official conference name tag and CLE calendar, was to find me some cowboy boots. I asked the bellhop where I could buy some boots and he explained, in a slow southern drawl, that a store called Nashville Cowboy was having a "Buy 1, Get 2 Free" boot sale. If his accent hadn't caused me to melt on the spot, his mention of a sale certainly would have. I gathered my composure and scooted my booty over to the store.
I found myself in a leather scented mecca of all that is good and holy about cowboy boots. They were red, brown, black, white; studded and stitched; stacked 3 deep, 10 feet high and 50 feet long. At that point my life changed and all events would be divided into BCB (before cowboy boots) and ACB (after cowboy boots). Ok, I'm kidding (sort of) but it was an overwhelming experience.
|Boots, boots and more boots!|
I walked in knowing that I would leave with 3 pairs of cowboy boots. Although I'm a lawyer (and infamously bad at math), I'm also a woman so I know that a Buy 1, Get 2 Free sale equals 3, yes 3, pairs of boots. You're probably thinking, "Who needs 3 pairs of cowboy boots in New Jersey," in which case we must not have been properly introduced, (Hi, I'm Emily) and the answer is ME! I need 3 pairs of cowboy boots in New Jersey! My parents had already pledged to buy me a pair as an early birthday gift (July 6, thanks Mom and Dad!) so the fact that I could get 3 pairs for the price of one was too good to be true!
Between my indecisiveness and "retartoes" (I have notoriously bad feet that have been operated on multiple times in the past 15 years) I knew this was going to be a daunting task. The store was almost empty so I enlisted the help of a nice salesgirl to guide me through my boot selection. She informed me that I needed at least one pair of brown and one pair of black boots, obviously. I immediately fell in love with a dark brown pair with turquoise stitching that would match my straw and turquoise cowboy hat. Pair one settled.
In an effort not to bore you with my thought process I will fast forward 2 hours, 1 packet of almonds, 6 mirror self-portraits and countless text messages to my fashionista friends and mother. It turns out that the most difficult decision to make is deciding which pair of buttery soft goat-leather boots (yes, they're made from goat skin) should be the 3rd, as I had found 4 pairs of cute cowboy boots that didn't mess with my sensitive feet.
As I hemmed and hawed over whether to put back the caramel colored or the shorter boots, I heard a voice whisper, "The 4th pair is 40% off." I turned to see an angel in tight jeans and cowboy boots. Saving me from the despair of abandoning a pair of boots, I jumped up to hug him from my crumpled place on the worn wood floor (where I was likely having a conversation with the boots to decide who was coming home with me) but he was gone. As I questioned whether this intese spiritual moment had been real, my angel reemerged, from the stock room no less. He explained that he was the manager and would be pleased to give me 40% off the 4th pair seeing as I was having such difficulty deciding.
|Caramel, Dark Brown with Turquoise, Black cut outs, short tan suede and dark brown leather (From L to R)|
I choose to believe that he gave me a discount because of my overwhelming beauty and not my everlasting presence in the store or their existing sales policies. Regardless, I left with 4 pairs of boots-- 3 as an early birthday present from my parents and one that I bought on my own. After just 3 hours in Nashville, I was ready to take on the town and headed back to the hotel for a Welcome Reception that requested "snappy country" attire.