{"id":394,"date":"2007-06-25T19:39:59","date_gmt":"2007-06-26T03:39:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/godammit.com\/2007\/06\/25\/rock-republic-sample-sale\/"},"modified":"2007-06-25T19:39:59","modified_gmt":"2007-06-26T03:39:59","slug":"rock-republic-sample-sale","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/rock-republic-sample-sale\/","title":{"rendered":"Rock & Republic Sample Sale"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I\u2019ve never been to a \u2018sample sale\u2019 before, and now I know why. A friend invited me to go along with her to the Rock & Republic<\/a> sample sale in Hollywood on Sunday. Her friend Marissa was working there.<\/p>\n

We arrived around thirty minutes before the end. We walked up to the door after paying ten bucks for valet parking. My friend told them to page Marissa, but her name failed to get a reaction. We were sent to take our place in line by an arrogant turd with gelled-up hair and a fake tan. We soon entered a large, dark warehouse full of wall-to-wall racks of clothing. Deafening hip-hop music assaulted our ears. My friend\u2019s kid, who has perfect pitch, had to go outside to escape the pain.<\/p>\n

Inside, the pain continued in the form of hideous overpriced denim, festooned with rhinestones, skulls, embroidered logos and chains. It was the type of clothes that people in Omaha probably associate with celebrities. Pam Anderson probably has some shit by Rock & Republic (with all due respect, Pam.)<\/p>\n

Latinas and Black girls manned the aisles, either bopping to the music or looking like they had been awake for 72 hours and weren\u2019t happy about it. My friend handed me one red shoe in my size, with a lethal stiletto heel and several buckled straps. She assumed correctly that I would like it. I looked for the other shoe for around twenty minutes. After finding it, I decided against spending $200 to look like a prostitute who can\u2019t walk.<\/p>\n

Meanwhile, my son found some black jeans in his size but didn\u2019t realize it had sparkly letters on the back pockets. I advised him to pass on the washed-up rock star look and he agreed. To make it up to him, I offered to pay for some hole-punching gadget he needs in order to make a low-tech computer with a bicycle-driven engine. Don\u2019t ask.<\/p>\n

Anyway, my friend bought a cashmere sweater marked \u2018irregular\u2019 that will probably self-destruct after one wearing. I bought a horrible denim vest with big silver buttons that cuts off my circulation and earned a smirk from my usually non-judgmental husband.<\/p>\n

Anyone want an awful vest by Rock & Republic in size XS? It\u2019s yours for shipping and handling.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"