Last night I dreamed that I was finally in NYC, going to BalNY. With my father (correct..). We had found a perfect hotel online, called The Balenciaga, but when I read all the hotel brocheures and soaps, they said 'One Hot Ho', so I figured One Hot Ho must be the real name. I didn't even think it was strange!! Then we finnally went to BalNY, and I bought a BI city (which was dark denim.. ), but I changed my mind after paying, and I just put it back on the shelf and left the store, not considering getting my money back!!! It was sooo annoying, and I spent the rest of the dream being frustrated because the store was closed, and I was told that Americans didn't like the telephone, so all phones had been withdrawn from the American market!! There was no way of getting a hold of BalNY, people just told me that Bbags weren't for Europeans! Luckily I woke up, unfortunately feeling desperate and frustrated, realizing it was only a dream Another strange thing is that my fatehr didn't have a stroke when he saw the pricetag on the bags, he actually liked them!!