Mickie Drexler

I met him. He shook my hand. We waited all day for him to come, and in the five minutes he was there, I feel like I touched the hand of intense power. Then he left. He liked the store, loved us, and now we have a few more folks to meet and then the weird week is over. I just want a day with no J.Crew, no clarinet lessons, and no rehearsals to go to.