Earlier this year, I posted about mine and Chris’ curse, that causes every place that we love and that is sentimental to our relationship to close, get demolished, or otherwise maimed.
The lowest point of this curse was when our super classy Wedding Rehearsal location, a Greek Steakhouse called Sarris’, closed down and was replaced with “Love Stuff”. In case you’re not clear on the items sold at Love Stuff, I’ll quote my earlier blog post about this life-altering tragedy:
That beautiful brick, ivy-painted back room that we had our dinner in now holds the French Maid outfits, Fireman jackets, and Thigh high boots.
Err, not that we would know.
Well, there’s now a new development in the upper crust of Hoover Commerce (which, by the way, Hoover is considered to be one of the classier suburbs of Birmingham, not that you’d know it by the next picture). This new development takes place right next door to Love Stuff, and the combination couldn’t be more absurdly comical:
Oddly enough, both stores are the type that likely have a back room where the discriminating consumer can purchase personal items of questionable legality. All they need now is a charity bingo hall and a medicinal marijuana pharmacy to really complete the stereotype!
Because after all, isn’t it every southern bridesmaid’s dream to have one stop shopping for a classy lingerie shower AND a bachelorette party with automatic weapons?
Now you can come to Hoover, pawn your Uzi, and come home with neon yellow leather pants and a matching pair of 12 inch platform thigh high boots!!
But, alas, all is fair in love and war…and available in a one stop shopping trip to Hoover, Alabama!