Weekend Edition: Fingered and Blue Ridge
1. It finally happened. I was at a BBQ on Sunday evening and one of the housemates that I don't really know came up to me and told me that she had started reading my blog. Weird. It was nice to hear that other people beyond the small ring of my friends find my ramblings interesting. But it was also just weird in a way that I'm sure many bloggers understand. So Liz, if you found your way on the internet today, I tip my hat to you. You had me laughing all the way through our chat. And I'll see if I can find you a new job. But what do you do?
2. After Noah's flood on Friday, the GF and I hopped out of town to hike Old Rag Mountain. If you've been there, you know how beautiful it can be on a nice day. If you haven't had the chance yet, find a car and drive out there. The rock scramble can't be beat and neither can the views of the Shenandoah and the horse country. Word of advice is to get there early, the parking lot fills up and the trail gets busy with families and youth groups looking for a thrill.
3. Finally made it to Saint-Ex. for dinner. Food was great, fancier than I expected. Although, I guess after two years, I probably should have checked out the menu at some point. I had the swordfish, and the GF had the salmon, as we tried to figure out who the clientele were, because really, who's going to travel to 14th st. for a pricey dinner? The consensus was the Logan Circle/U St. yuppie crowd. Not that there is anything wrong with that. I hope to join them one day, but until then...
4. Shopping at H&M. Why don't I buy cheap European styles more frequently? Oh, that's right, because I don't have a budget for clothes. That and their sizing makes me feel like a fat ass. All my life, I've been a 32 regular. Went in to try on some pants and I can't even button the damn things. 34 regular it is. They still make me look good though. Damn good. I almost felt like hitting on the G-town girls, but then I overheard them, like, talking to each other about their new highlights, and I remembered why I hate the GT.
2. After Noah's flood on Friday, the GF and I hopped out of town to hike Old Rag Mountain. If you've been there, you know how beautiful it can be on a nice day. If you haven't had the chance yet, find a car and drive out there. The rock scramble can't be beat and neither can the views of the Shenandoah and the horse country. Word of advice is to get there early, the parking lot fills up and the trail gets busy with families and youth groups looking for a thrill.
3. Finally made it to Saint-Ex. for dinner. Food was great, fancier than I expected. Although, I guess after two years, I probably should have checked out the menu at some point. I had the swordfish, and the GF had the salmon, as we tried to figure out who the clientele were, because really, who's going to travel to 14th st. for a pricey dinner? The consensus was the Logan Circle/U St. yuppie crowd. Not that there is anything wrong with that. I hope to join them one day, but until then...
4. Shopping at H&M. Why don't I buy cheap European styles more frequently? Oh, that's right, because I don't have a budget for clothes. That and their sizing makes me feel like a fat ass. All my life, I've been a 32 regular. Went in to try on some pants and I can't even button the damn things. 34 regular it is. They still make me look good though. Damn good. I almost felt like hitting on the G-town girls, but then I overheard them, like, talking to each other about their new highlights, and I remembered why I hate the GT.
posted by Fletch at
10:07 PM
10 Comments:
I once knew a man from nantucket who described H&M this way: He said it was brilliant because the clothes were no more durable than the stylistic trends of which they were a part. Therefore, you were not wasting money on a well-made poncho when you wouldn't wear the thing after 3 months. Planned Obsolescence, dude.
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8yearoldsdude, at 7:26 AM
We met a man who looked like he was from Nantucket yesterday. But he didn't shop at H&M - his plaid pants were from the Polo Shop...
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Lauren, at 8:01 AM
That may very well be true Britt, but do they have to make me feel like a beefcake? European sizing, my ass. (Actually, European sizing my ass)
And honey, those weren't plaid, they were Madras.
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Fletch, at 8:38 AM
I only know what Madras is because I used to work at an Orvis? Why do you?
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8yearoldsdude, at 12:11 PM
ok, I need some advice. I bought an old iPod off of ebay for 150 bucks. It is a little thicker than the new one and has 10GB. do I sell it for the price I bought, sack up and buy the 300 dollar new one. or keep what I got? techies, help.
-b
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8yearoldsdude, at 1:17 PM
Britt, does it work? I say keep what you got. I just got a 30GB, and half the music on here, I don't really need to listen to. If you're worried about being made fun of for your clunker of an iPod, remember the hipster mantra, vintage is always better.
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Fletch, at 10:28 PM
I bought an awesome blazer at H&M in Vienna. Maybe I'll wear it sometime soon!
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Anonymous, at 11:58 AM
oh snap, "anonymous" is me. I've lost my touch!
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Anonymous, at 11:58 AM
Jake, I hope that you really needed that blazer while you were over there, cause with the exchange rate and taxes, you probably could've saved some of that hard-earned dough by just going down to g-town or H st.
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Fletch, at 12:12 PM
Jake, do you mean Vienna like in Virginia? Because I thought you hate Virginia!
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Lauren, at 12:15 PM
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