For the first time in recent memory, I was busy this weekend.
And by "busy," I don't mean busy with my usual Saturday/Sunday commitments like documentary watching, dog snuggling and late-night exercising but rather more age-appropriate fare like fancy DC event attending, club hopping and new "friend" making.
I don't think I'll make a habit of keeping this kind of weekend schedule - I only have so many party dresses, after all - but I will admit, there was one major benefit to being a social butterfly:
Being the studious little fashionista bee I am, I stopped mid-sip of Bollinger at "Tour de Champagne," mid-swig of Amstel Light at The Park and mid-gulp of Diet Coke at American Gangster to take very descriptive notes with my cell phone (thank GOD for the full keyboard on my enV) of five of the most unfortunately dressed women I have ever come across in this city.
Some ill-fitted, some double-take trashy and some in low-rise, black-sequined bell-bottoms with square-toe work pumps and bifocals.
Check back later in the day for the full breakdown.
And speaking of poorly-dressed, here I am looking much the opposite on my way to the aforementioned Champagne tasting -- my first fancy-pants DC event: