Fashiony girl

Last night as I was coming home on the Metro I saw a stylish girl get off at Cleveland Park. Her jacket caught my eye first, but then I saw her Citizens of Humanity jeans and Frye boots and realized I was dealing with a fashion pro... First of all, they were the same boots I was wearing, so I had to give her points. But it was more than that. Sure, she was comforming to a fashion formula, but it was one that isn't recognized here in DC. I admired that. She contrasted starkly with the cashmere swathed, Ugg-booted 'tantes of Georgetown, machines I've been raging against ever since I got here.

I was going to compliment her boots, but the friend I was with wouldn't know a Frye from a hamburger and probably would have thought I was being pretentious. And that's certainly not the point, right?

Why have I never been here before?

Surprising: I've never tried typing in allishop.com before. No two words go together better in the english language, and I never put 'em together as a url. Disappointing: it's filled with boring crap. I feel like writing in and insisting they sell awesome stuff if they're going to use my namesake.

Gym Germophile

My new gym is definitely the most germ-conscious gym I've belonged to. After their cardio session, every gymgoer takes the time to spray a paper towel with yellow cleaner and wipe down the machine they just used. When I went to the gym the first time, I noticed other people doing it, and kind of went, "Oh," and I made a mental note to do it, too. It's kind of like when you go to a nice dinner, and you see other people holding their silverware in a weird way or using the little escargot clampy things, and you just say to yourself "Oh," and you do it too, pretending that's what you would have done if left to your own devices.

So I picked up the habit of hitting the sanitation station after each machine. I even do my friends in fitness one better, by wiping off the little buttons I might have pressed with my sweaty fingers on the screen! Tonight, I finished the detailing on the recumbent bike in time to see this big sweaty guy hop off the Precor, take the nasty sweaty rag off from his neck and wipe the machine with it. He then grinned and proudly presented it to the woman waiting in line for it. Like, "Here you go, lady! I even smeared around my man scent for you to enjoy."

Eugh. I think I got cooties just from seeing it happen.