The Lion, the Witch, and Your Unfortunate Wardrobe

I've seen you there before, Scrunchie Girl. It seems that we're always at the gym at the same time, and you're usually in some strange outfit. But you really outdid yourself today.  The first thing I noticed was that you were reading The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe while doing cardio. Next, I noticed your hair trying to escape from your ever-present scrunchie. Then I saw it. You were wearing jeggings. At the gym. There is a time and a place for jeggings, and we all know this. Going to the gym, however does not fall under the list of Times You Can Wear Your Jeggings. To make it easy for you, I will give you the actual list.

The List of Times You Can Wear Your Jeggings
by: Sarah

• When wearing boots
• When wearing flats (if you are tall and thin and the jeggings are disguised as actual jeans-otherwise no)
• When going out
• When going to class
• Generally, when going anywhere pants are required

So now that you have this list, I trust you will print it out and post it to your door, Scrunchie Girl. And not only your door, give a copy to the roommate who let you out of the house wearing jeggings, a scrunchie, fuzzy socks covering your ankles, and a Taylor Swift t-shirt to the gym. You wanna know why your face was so red? It's not because you were working particularly hard on that stairmaster. It was because your body was trapping heat from all that spandex and poly-blend faux denim!!

So wear your jeggings with caution and leave the scrunchies at home, or I will be making fun of you on the treadmill.

Don't let this be you.

Tall, hot stranger

Was in the post office again today (Damn you Nordstrom! Why must you always take so long!?) when I was accosted by a tall, hot stranger. Well, actually, I was not accosted and according to him, he is not a stranger. Read further.

Standing in line at the post office is about as fun as, well, standing in line at the post office. Therefore, the opportunity to indulge in something fun during my time there is always welcome. And as you know, the opportunity to feel like a celebrity is also just as welcome (if not more!). Read further.

The line was long. There were at least six people ahead of me and at least two of them were in stretch pants, which caused me to tilt my head to the side and contemplate the phenomenon that is stretch pants. Mid- thought, I felt a hand on the small of my back. I turned around instinctively, and let the image of this chiseled man behind me replace the image of stretch pants. Before I had time to assess the situation, he asked how I'm doing.
"Fantastic, and you?" I said. My usual response.
"Good, good" he said. Must be his usual response too.
"How's school going?" he followed.
"Oh, man. School is school!" I replied. I am an educated woman with great improvisational skills. Is "school is school" really the best response I could come up with? Ugh.
"Still dancing?" he asked.
Waaaaaaaaait. This is too specific. He must know me. Up until this point, I thought he had me confused with someone else, but couldn't make my brain and mouth connect enough to point this out. Now I was just hoping the expression on my face didn't betray me. I had no idea who this man was, but was happy to continue this conversation a little while longer. The line moved and we shuffled forward.
"Of course, and I have a few shows coming up" I said. "You should come."
AHH Sarah! Why why why? Now you've really done it.
"Yeah definitely", he said (also the usual response when I tell people to come see me dance. You know who you are.) "Send me the information on facebook."
I promised the hot stranger that I would facebook him the details and we continued to shuffle forward in line. The back of my neck was prickling and I started to feel flustered, but we'd gotten too far in the conversation for me to admit that I couldn't put a face with a name.
We hadn't said anything else by the time I reached the counter, and I couldn't think of anything to say as I turned to walk away. My plan was to saunter away casually, and hope that my nervous energy came off as confident and flirty (hey, that plan has yet to fail me). As I passed by, he said "See ya, Sarah", and waved.
I smiled without showing teeth (it makes your eyes look bigger. Use this move when you need a boost of sex appeal), and didn't return the wave. My trademark move. 
By the time I got to my car, I still hadn't made the connection between him and any part of my life. And as I write this, I'm still just as confused.

So, handsome stranger, if you are reading this, please make yourself known. And if not, well...a little mystery never hurt anyone. But don't be offended if you don't ever get that invite.

A little advice from yours truly.

Lingerie Obsessed, Pullitzer Prize Reading Alpha Female

I recently found a report card from first grade and read the remarks from teacher:
-seems to be easily distracted by boys
-good reader
-social leader

So some things haven't changed. Aside from my brief stint in middle school as science olympiad team captain, and a little while (okay, two years) in highschool as an obnoxious autograph giver (hands up if I offered you a copy of my headshot with an autograph and a lipstick kiss on the back), my 15 years or so since first grade has just made me a more amplified version of my 6 year old self.

But really, if you still want an autograph...you know where to find me.

The Thong Diaries

Was at the gym the other day, minding my own business on the elliptical, when who gets on the treadmill in front of me but Miss VPL herself. I'm not sure if I need to explain this acronym, or if anyone reads this blog besides Austin (thanks Austin, you've always been such a great supporter of all things S), but the VPL stands for Visible Panty Line. I put those words in caps because it is a situation that deserves the attention of capital letters. Speaking of situations that deserve capital letters, I have decided to compile a list of Things that are Painful to Watch.


Things that are Painful to Watch
by: Sarah

10. Anyone over the age of 15 admit to being obsessed with Justin Beiber or his affiliates
9. Youtube videos of ordinary people singing acoustic versions of top 40 hits (Alanis Morissette did it with My Humps and that was okay, because that was funny and no one had really done it before).
8. Boy in cardigans. Boys in cardigans and v-necks. Boys in cardigans, v-necks, and fedoras. Boys in cardigans, v-necks, fedoras, and skinny jeans. Boys in cardigans, v-necks, fedoras, skinny jeans, and keds. With a scarf tied around the neck. Almost covering up the knock-off wayfarers dangling from said v-neck.
7. Anyone try to convince me that "this bag is real!"
6. Girls rifle madly through the $3.99 bin at Victoria's Secret
5. A girl's hair straightened into submission, relentlessly trying to fight through the anti-frizz serum and hairspray, and unleashing little wispies around the forehead
4. Anyone get a tattoo of a quote by an author they've never actually read before
3.Guys walking around with a giant gold sticker visible under the brim of their hat (someone please explain this to me)

2. Anyone in velour. In public.Or ever.

 And the number one Most Painful Thing to Watch is, of course...

1. You, going about your business, fully unaware of your VPL!

shame on you.

betrayed by my own stilettos!

Things I learned last night:

5. there's always a way to avoid paying the cover
4. each roommate should carry a key so as to avoid yet another police escort home
3. you should avoid police escorts home whenever possible
2. also avoid sprial staircases while wearing 5'' stilettos
1. if he says he's gay, he probably is
0. if he says he's 35, he really means 50

Confessions from a girl who hates to pay for coat check (but does anyway)

Anyone who knows me knows how much I enjoy complaining about unimportant things within my control. On today's list: clubbing during the winter.

It's so much easier to go clubbing during the spring. For one thing, the outfits are less constricting and we expect less from them. Every season, girls are faced with the dilemma of transitioning their spring and summer party tops and dresses to make it so that those pieces are wearable out during the fall and winter, because let's face it, long sleeves are not an option. So what can we do?Invest in jackets and coats that will be worn only from house to taxi, taxi to club, and club to taxi. Said jacket/coat will cost you an extra $5-$10 per club if you check it like you should (you paid enough for the damn thing. The last thing you need is for some Aeropostale-wearing girl to grab it while it's draped across an empty bar stool!).  I have a pretty, though non-functioning, silk jacket that goes well with mostly everything, but when it's -40 degrees outside, I'm more inclined to wear something with at least lining. So what's a girl to do? Inevitably, you're going to have to bring an extra layer or two, and the more ambitious can even bring scarves and gloves. But you're going to have to pay for it. And you're probably going to forget about them. And then you have to go back to the club during daylight. Which can be really disorienting.

We are also bombarded with propaganda that flats are cute, and acceptable for going out, which leads to the downfall of many an outift. Though never acceptable, flats are sometimes less-unacceptable during the spring.

Tis the season.

this aint your mama's list of sexy music,

It's mine. And in no particular order, the sexiest songs are:


3. Work Me-The Black Keys
2. Whole Lotta Love-Led Zeppelin
1. Wicked Child-Radiohead

Thank me later!