Leaked Gaga!

Lady Gaga paints the town leopard.

Since Perez is best friends with her and wants to make sure that her new album doesn't make its big reveal before its due date in early 2011, I've taken it upon myself to go on You Tube to listen to all of the amazing Lady Gaga tracks for her new, untitled album. Though you can only listen to them on YouTube.com, entertain yourself at work this week and get into the new Gagalicious-ness.

• "Then You'd Love Me" It reminds me of Cascada meets Ace of Base, and brings me to a Prague nightclub every time I listen to it. Definitely single-worthy. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qp9-npU0Cto
• "Blueberry Kisses" A little bit of ska combined by Squirrel Nut Zippers nuevo-swing and piano rock 'n' roll. Amazing and definitely a different sound then we're used to. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iIN6bksdufs
• "Glitter and Grease" It reminds me of a Britney track. Not my favorite, but I think it has the potential to be a single for sure. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PcODCcLkhzI&feature=related
• "Put Your Paws Up" Super futuristic and one of the musical interludes on The Monster Ball tour. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M_2c0TGaOPE&feature=related
• "Ribbons" Who knew safe sex could be so adorable? Probably my favorite track, in which Gaga raps, and encourages boys to "wrap their presents up in pretty, pretty ribbons". http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M_2c0TGaOPE&feature=related
• "Changing Skies" Also very futuristic. I'm not entirely crazy about it, but it might catch on with me. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BnkmDpp0j-Y
• "Second Time Around" Very traditional and poppy. I'm not sure whether it's a B-track or going on the new album, but it's nevertheless good. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8c7PZqLobg&feature=related
• "You and I" A rock 'n' roll ballad that she's been performing live at her concerts. Definitely an instant classic, and very Elton John-y. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KSFMppdYwJc

I figured everyone would want to enjoy these masterpieces as much as I've been. Just be sure to wrap it up in pretty ribbons. 

Jersey Shore 2 Party at Velocity 5 Tonight!

Tonight’s the night we’ve all been waiting for. And if you’re too last minute like me to plan an actual Jersey Shore party, complete with Jagerbombs and zaples for dessert, go over the bridge (and don’t get totally nauseated in the process) to Arlington and celebrate in guido style at Velocity 5. Tonight, they’re hosting a Jersey Shore Season 2 viewing party, complete with drink specials, excellent appetizers, and Red Rope Production’s very own Jimmy Abernathy bringing in the sexiest crowd that he can round up. Leave the loafers at home and drink your protein today; if you’re not juiced up, you can just fuggedaboutit.

And as classic works of literature often have discussion questions within the epilogue, I’ve provided a few great ones for tonight’s episode that you and your fellow Jersey Shore fans can have over a nice chicken marsala and bottle of Pinot Grigio:

• Who will JWoww get in her first fight with this season and why?

• Which one of the male castmates be most likely to be arrested by the Miami City Police?

• How many pickles will Snookie eat in the duration of the entire season?

• Will Ronnie and Sammi “Sweethahhht” end up back together in the end?

• Will Angelina finally have purchased herself a set of luggage with one of her appearance paychecks so she doesn’t have to show up carrying trash bags again?

• Who will be the protagonist in this season’s house?
• Will Pauly D continue to give shoutouts to Rhode Island? (He better)

And while the season will end quicker that you can say Volare, you can be sure that they’ll make some kind of live appearance in the District in the coming months. So, ladies, who’s going to be the first to make out with The Situation?


Join me at Velocity 5, 8111 Lee Highway in Falls Church, VA tonight for the Jersey Shore Season 2 kick-off party!

Hottest Gays on Earth

Tom Ford and Marc Jacobs, two of the
hottest gay men on Earth, take the red carpet.

He’s just not that into you. But, this time, it’s not because you texted him five times in a row psychotically, hooked up with his best friend, or ate too many Georgetown cupcakes and now look like a beached whale. Probably the biggest disappointment for a Washingtonienne these days is when she’s working out at Vida, finds the most attractive stud she’s ever seen in her life, but then sees him leaving Cobalt arm and arm with a man that weekend. Whether you live in Dupont Circle or not, DC can truly be one, giant gay-borhood that may put a damper on your self-esteem as a female if you’re not careful. Yes, ladies, there are countless men out there who are gorgeous, professional, well-dressed and have more money than God, but be careful; In DC, if they are too good to be true, they very well may just be too good for women. Aside from DC’s usual spread of gorgeous gay men in the social scene who I refuse to name drop here with the fear of inflating their egos even larger than they already are (though I love every damn second of it), below is my list of “Oh-my-gawd, I wish they were straight”’s:


1. Ricky Martin: I cried on the day that he came out, in joy and sorrow. Of course, I’m thrilled he’s comfortable with his sexuality, but COME ON! He’s Latin AND he can shake his bon-bon? Plus, he has the two cutest twin sons in the world. I SO will be his next surrogate if he needs one, FYI.

2. Rupert Everett: I love his British accent, think he’s a phenomenal actor, and he makes me totally LMAO. Though slightly lanky for me, Rupert’s rocking the hot Londontown look to no avail.

3. Tim Gunn: He’s totally old, but the suit? The voice? The fashion forward-ness? I think he’d not only be a great family man, but would function as a superb personal shopper, gym buddy, and would peer pressure Heidi Klum into being my new BFF. And that’s fabulous.

4. Tom Ford: HAVE YOU SEEN PICTURES OF HIM?!?! Even though he’s probably a cocky fashion designer, his tall, dark, and handsome look mixed with his over-the-top fashion sense make him the perfect arm candy.

5. Marc Jacobs: On the note of Tom Ford, I’ve always had a secret thing for this designer, too. Though I’ll never grow to accept the Scottish kilt, those things can be changed. He’s handsome, apparently a huge partier, and, I would forever have access to a killer MJ wardrobe for the rest of my life.

6. Lance Bass: My childhood crush. Though he’s a little too flamboyant for me now, he was definitely one of the hottest N Syncers, in my opinion. And, he made a cameo in I Now Pronounce You Chuck & Larry, which means he has a sense of humor about it all in the meantime.


Ladies, continue rocking it. Go out there and meet everyone you can, make new friends, and have great conversation. But keep in mind you live in Washington, DC; one of the gayest cities on Earth. And while I consider that to be a very good thing, don’t get down on yourselves, girls. The hot, straight ones are out there… somewhere. JK.

DMV took over Miss Teen USA!

Kamie Crawford, Miss Teen USA 2010

Okay, so I know that she’s not exactly from DC, but Potomac, Maryland is close enough (and really rich too, FYI). And on July 24th, seventeen-year-old Kamie Crawford, from the 90210 of Maryland, totally achieved my childhood dream and was crowned Miss Teen USA 2010 via webcast. The gorgeous half-Black\half-Irish contestant won the pageant with flying colors in a gorgeous, Rhode Island-esque prom style fuschia evening gown, and picked up a national title in only her SECOND pageant to compete in ever (her first was the Miss Teen Maryland Pageant that brought her to the Teen USA stage). Even better than her flawless track record? The fact that she beat out all of the scary former Toddlers in Tiara-esque teen queens from Texas and Kentucky after they’d been working hard since they were two years old.

Plus, let’s be real; she’s biracial, an honor roll student, fluent in three languages, and from the DCMV area- how could I not freak out at the fact that she got the crown? And though I generously support Erika Wright, Rhode Island’s contestant, I’m in my glory to see that Donald Trump’s judges have selected a very diverse set of queens for the Miss Universe System, as Crawford will be living in the New York City penthouse alongside my other top pick for the USA title, Arab-American Rima Fakih. Now let’s just hope that the Miss Universe judges pick Miss Greece for August’s pageant in Las Vegas, and then all of my pageant dreams will really come full circle. Stay tuned.

The Washington Kastles Celebrate Ana Kournikova's B-Day at PINGPONG

Chelsea Foushezaney and her guests make their way to the
St. Germain-sponsored open bar at Ping Pong on 7/21/10.

However Ana did not show up. Nor did I know if it was actually even her birthday (thanks to a friend of mine and Wikipedia, I found out that it was actually June 7th. Extremely belated, perhaps?). Nevertheless, this OUTSTANDING party that followed the Best Of Washington Restaurant Event at the National Building Museum last Wednesday night required an entire weekend of recuperation, and it was well worth it. With Ping Pong afficionado Myca Ferrar being the choosey concierge for the evening, PPDS had a surprisingly fun and chic crowd for the event, especially at a place so new to DC, and more impressively, not even on the map in terms of the nightlife circuit. Coming with about fifteen friends, we each had an amazing experience that made are stomachs hurt all day on Thursday at work.
Plus, anywhere that has St. Germain (an elderflower liquer from Paris that I would honestly inject into my veins if I could, that's how delicious it is) is okay in my book, and the event that evening had an entire open bar of it. Yes, with St. Germain sponsoring the night, I was exposed to an array of St. Germain cocktails (St. Germain and soda, St. Germain and champagne...okay, not very creative. But still) and didn't even have to reach for my snakeskin wallet. Aside from the plethora of booze, servers were also passing out delicious hors d'oeuvres from the Ping Pong menu, ranging from pineapple-glazed chicken puffs to shrimp-infused dumplings with hoisin sauce. If nothing else, Ping Pong definitely pimped out the good items on its menu and will definitely have a ton of returning guests from the evening.
Even better? DC's most fabulous Swede, Peter Stepanik, was there photographing the entire evening, in an attempt to make DC slightly LA. Did they pull it off? Let's be real, people. But it was a good try- and an even better evening. I think more tennis players should be celebrating their birthdays in DC. And, Ana, could you please bring Enrique next time?!?

With Pergrin Pervez, of The PGP Group. 

Lunchtime Plastic

Need clearer skin? No more frown lines? Angelina Jolie-esque lips? Cosmetic surgeons are finally taking it upon themselves to make Washingtonians more attractive, and with that, have developed non-anesthetic, reasonably priced procedures that can be performed all in the span of a lunch hour. I'm not saying that I'm going to get all Heidi Montag on you, but really, three hundred dollars for a new forehead? It's all about priorities, ladies. Below are some of DC's top cosmetic surgery experts, along with their most popular procedures that won't put much of a dent in your wallet:

• Endermologie Treatments by Dr. James French (3299 Woodburn Rd. Annandale, VA): Though I don't really know the specifics, I've seen something on Dr. 90210 where they externally smooth the cellulite out of the upper thighs and legs. I also think they did this to Kim Kardashian's butt on one of their many reality escapades. Have cottage cheese legs? This is so for you, and doesn't run more than $300 a session. 
• Microdermabrasion by Dr. Phillip Schoenfeld (5454 Wisconsin Ave. Suite 1625 Chevy Chase, MD): Located right across from the Saks in downtown Chevy Chase (great for some last minute shopping post-procedure), enjoy the relaxing skin treatment that literally saved me from acne misery. At $150 per session, Dr. Schoenfeld will sandblast your skin and instantly remove acne scars and skin discoloration. 
• "Lunchtime" Lifts by Dr. Joanne Lenert (2150 Pennsylvania Ave NW, Washington, DC): For all of the older Leopards out there, dive into your very own personal fountain of youth with this sick treatment, lifting neck fat and droopy eyebrows all within the span of an hour with little recovery time. Though I don't understand how this works, Dr. Lenert has become a DC guru with these procedures. 
• Body Sculpting by Dr. Barlow (398B Woofler Ave Fairfax, VA): Enjoy heat therapy in the process of toning nasty areas like love handles and extra thigh fat in the course of a lunch hour. Though it takes a few times for it to work, the results are definitely dramatic. 
• Sclerotherapy by Dr. Tiffani Lucas (5454 Wisconsin Ave. Chevy Chase, MD): This amazing treatment, performed in a spa-like environment, utilizes painless injections to remove varicose veins and spider veins in the thighs. Aside from the office being beautiful and the procedure being incredible, Dr. Lucas is one of the best doctors I have ever seen (NOT for sclerotherapy, however. My legs are spider vein-free).
• Restalyne and Perlane by Dr. Sheilah Lynch (5454 Wisconsin Ave. Chevy Chase, MD): Another favorite doctor of mine, Dr. Lynch not only provides her patients with "designer" breast implants, but also does some of the most natural-looking, painless wrinkle injection treatments in the area. Utilizing an array of methods, she'll get rid of fine lines in such a subtle way that people will think you're going back in time. Or at least just think you look good.

Okay, so to get the record straight, I'm not advocating everyone changing themselves. But these "lunchtime" procedures have become a competitive trend amongst doctors in the DC area, and as more and more become available, and reasonably priced, you begin to wonder; Will DC soon become a Joan Rivers look-alike contest? Probably not, but one can dream. 

Because Even Kim Kardashian Needs Make-Up...

Aside from Halle Berry, very few people look good with a washed face. And while I get depressed sometimes watching Bravo and E! and seeing all of Hollywood's finest free of eyebags and cellulite, I'm reminded that money, actually, does buy good looks. Yes, if I had someone to glue individual eyelash extensions and give me Victoria Secret Angel waves I, too, could have the potential to be the envy of others in the looks department. Because after I watched The Hills finale with my roommate, Christine, and lost every inkling of self-esteem I had, I decided to Google some of my favorite celebrities to further prove to myself that they weren't exactly stuck with the best genes to look as good as they do. As I further examined the area, I learned that Pamela Anderson spends $10,000 an application from a celebrity make-up artist (which she NEEDS), and that the Kardashian sisters have a whole beauty team that travels with them so that they are not taped for any of their reality stints sans-make up. Does it make any of these stars ugly? For the most part, no. But it does make their roles as stars in the eye of the public much more tangiable. Below are some of my favorite celebutantes with nothing more on their face then the skin they were born with:

Though I love her, it's no wonder Perez calls her Beyowolf sometimes. 

Apparently, they don't sell make-up in certain parts of Louisiana. 

Though she's my all-time favorite, this look totally contradicts her song; she's NOT really lovely, underneath it all. 

Not for anything, but is that even the same person?

Reinforces my point that false eyelashes ARE the Rosetta Stone of beauty.

She forgot her umbrella and all of her makeup washed away. At least she's still wearing the hoops.

A lot of people don't know that I think Marilyn Manson is super talented. But I actually think he's scarier WITHOUT makeup. 

Hopefully, this boosted your self esteem just a little bit, and taught you that with money, a quick nip and a tuck, and rib removal (if you're Marilyn Manson), than you too can have infinite beauty. Just keep a mental note of Kim Kardashian sans make-up next time you open Us Weekly and want to kill yourself.

Eat the Forbidden Fruit in Eden

Looking for a fun Wednesday night party but SO over Lima? Try Eden; a small, outdoor lounge quaintly placed on the rooftop of Eye Bar next to Cafe Asia. Each Wednesday night, they throw a party filled with attractive people (by DC standards, however, just trying to keep it real for you all), great appetizers, and even a Bongo player alongside DJ Vicious (who always plays my favorite Greek house music songs, including Peggy Zina) and Saam. While you won't catch me here on the reg due to my early in time for work on Thursday mornings, I hope to live vicariously through DC night owls, as I have never been to a better party on a Wednesday evening in the city. Though a little bit warm, the club has rectified the problem, placing fans over looking the lounge that will keep you from sweating and making your hair frizz all over the place. And better still, the out door arena makes you feel like you're in a Barcelona beach lounge instead of really just an establishment next to Cafe Asia on Eye Street.
Don't be nervous about cold months; Eden is currently in the process of transforming Eye Bar into a creationism masterpiece, complete with green, Earthy decor and fauna embellishments throughout the club's interior. Even hotter, they've created an extremely VIP room known as the ''Forbidden Room'', in which high rollers can rent if they're looking for privacy (you know what that means...tehehe).
Still not sold? The bottle service is reasonable, the bartenders super hook up everyone, and the bouncer at the front door does his best to keep the so-called "riff raff" out (Note to self: they always try and do this at all DC clubs, but outdoubtedly fail after about six months of it being open). Plus, the head promoter, Nick Sanchez, isn't one of those douchey club promoter guys with too much cheap cologne sprayed on him; genuinely looking to throw a good party, make friends with this guy, and you're guaranteed a great time (and he might even teach you a new phrase in Farsi, which I beg him to do every time I see him). With a happy hour on the way and a Piazza-like outdoor space, be sure to check out Eden every Wednesday night, at the former location of Eye Bar.


Need more info? Check out www.edendc.com for a schedule of guest DJs and reservation information, or visit them in person at 1716 Eye Street NW. Washington, DC. Let them know Paint the Town Leopard sent you and get a discount on bottle service!

Buddha Bar DC: Not So Zen

Buddha Bar maybe needs to take a tip from its namesake, and be ‘’one with their cuisine’’. Yes, after DC opened Buddha Bar a few months back, I was definitely apprehensive for them to continue the London/Paris/NY/Dubai chain in a much lesser city. But being me, I immediately attended the opening, and after being graced with the presence of muscle man/bartender Marc Eber, fell in love with the cocktails, and most importantly, the sexy ambiance that took me away from DC’s often “ugly people for Hollywood” reputation and threw me into a very Vegas-esque habitat. With an enticing cocktail menu (try the pineapple martini!) and adorable hostesses at the door, you’d think that the food would be over the top excellent.

I’ve been twice, and there’s been definite improvement. But after paying $50 plus tip for a drink and two appetizers (one of which was a miso soup), you would expect nothing less than superb dining.
On the two occasions, my steak appetizer arrived cold, and on the first occasion, the server asked me if I’d like to return it (NO!! I want to eat cold steak?!?!?!). The tuna tartar with avocado was bland and nothing more than something you’d find on a sushi conveyer belt. However, the creative presentation of the spicy tuna roll was fun, and the nigiri obviously came from a seafood distributer comparable to Penn Quarter’s high end SEI. But overall, the food is nothing to write home about (It’s no Tao in the Venetian), and coming from a former waitress perspective, the service upon my first time dining there was an atrocity (although I will cut Buddha Bar some slack, however, being a new restaurant and still dealing with the weeding out of poor employees).
Would I go back to Buddha Bar? Yes, I’m sure. But I wouldn’t wait in that ridiculous line on Friday and Saturday nights to get in. The drinks are delicious, the bartenders are hot, and the facility is super sexy. Just don’t expect the food to be anything that would make Giada di Laurentis proud.

If Britney Spears Overdosed on Chicken Souvlaki...

Imagine if Britney Spears was skinny and in good shape again, dated a hot guy, and didn’t have any kids. Now picture Britney free of her hair-shaving, Oxy Cotone-popping past and imagine her origins from somewhere Eastern European as opposed to boring Kentwood Louisiana. Now, picture her with Lady Gaga circa 2008 blunt bangs, a skinny frame, and absolutely no ability to speak English. Sound scary? Peggy Zina, the sexy songstress of Greece, has had platinum records sell across Europe, and hasn’t even married a degenerate or had a mental breakdown. I’ll be the first to admit I was never one for the Greek jams that my Yiayia used to play in her station wagon growing up. But after moving to DC and spending way to much time at Lima and Spank (when it was Spank, that is), I began to develop an affiliation with my culture (partly because every single one of the foreign Greek girls had Christian Louboutain boots and I lived vicariously through them), realizing that it was edgy, sexy, and totally explanatory of why they were the ones to start civilization. And then, on a trip to Greece with girlfriends in December of 2008, a homeless bum in Pireas tried to sell me boot leg CDs. Because I was three glasses of wine deep and felt bad for him, I bought the CD with the prettiest person on the cover, and totally shocked myself. Peggy Zina’s “Trekse” (or “Run”, in English), had the glamour of a popstar but the girl power, guttural soul singing of an Alanis Morisette or Melissa Ethridge. Each one of her tracks told a story, and although I don’t speak Greek fluently, was able to depict through the sultriness of her voice. Even better, she incorporated traditional kalamatiano’s and zembekikos (traditional Greek dances) into pop tracks that resonate regardless of one’s culture. Still not sold? While Greek may not be the most useful language to learn, you’ll learn great phrases in each of her songs that will totally get you through your next Greek island vacation; from “φαντασία μου μεγάλη” (my biggest fantasy) to “Πώς πετάς έτσι απλά ένα;” (how can you just say good-bye to me?), you’ll learn useful phrases in the process.
Since 1995, Peggy Zina, originally known as Kalliope Zina, graduated from the Jeanne d’Arc Academie Francaise in Athens and started off as a professional pianist. Since being discovered, she has taken Eastern Europe by storm since. Future cross-over stardom success? Let’s not go that far. But she definitely puts me in a discoteka in Athens for a short moment.

Fourth of July: Rhode Island Style

Happy Fawth!!!


Nothing beats the Fourth of July in Rhode Island. In fact, very little locations beat out Rhode Island for holidays in general. But, being the quirky Ocean State of hair gel and Del’s Lemonade that is, my Fourth (or Fawth, for the accurate regional dialect) was filled with jollies that have continued making me laugh days later. From the Ed Hardy bikinis to more belly button rings than I could count, you KNOW you’re in RI for the Fawth when:

• You see a multitude of red, white, and blue diamond-embellished belly shirts. Operative word here being “belly”. Not the best look.
• The Block Island ferry is sold out three weeks in advance, and when you call to make a reservation, the woman belittling you on the other end for not planning ahead cannot even speak in full sentences.
• Providence is a ghost town. Everyone jets to the beach (or drives, rather. This is Rhode Island) with their Nana, Papa, Auntie, and whoever else, sits underneath D-I-Y tents and eats until their midriffs are exposed.
• You don’t stop hearing “HAPPY FAWTHHHH” until probably the 7th.
• People won’t even drive near East Bay for the fear of hitting the Bristol Parade traffic, even though I drove there while the parade was going on and got there in good time (“ohmigawd I’m not goin nea thea today!!”).
• Beach food consists of calzones, pizza, and canioles (I’m not joking, there’s a sign that has these three items labeled under “beach food” on Ocean Road).
• You go to Scarbarough Beach, if you dare, but still will NOT even be seen walking in Chair 3 territory if you’re not from Johnston (aka, the Johnston Chair).
• Scarbarough Beach smells like CVS-brand cologne.
• Everyone who IS in northern Rhode Island hits up Knotty Pahkkk (I love you, North Providence), with a meal at Michael’s Papardelle afterward in the Smith Street plaza (they actually have a great chicken marsala).
• Narragansett Beach is literally a cesspool, and the parking lots become full by 9:30 a.m. (including the one in the woods across the street that makes me feel like I’m Jesus of Nazareth walking through the desert when I have to park there and walk). But that doesn’t stop Rhode Islanders, who practically park in Bonnet just so they can be seen at Town Beach.
• People camp out at 1 a.m. just to get a good spot for the Bristol Parade the next day (even if they’re in eighty; I’m serious, there was one of the news).
Although my Fawth was relaxing and spent with friends at Bonnet Shores, I’m sure Block Island was a rager. Plus, I went to the Monet Lounge Fourth of July bash on Thursday night, and really, what’s more Rhode Island?

Why Did I Give Intermix a Second Chance?

I thought I would give them one more chance. Everyone knows about their 40 Off sale every year; Fendi, Elizabeth & James, Giuseppe Zanotti, and so many other goodies for prices that resemble those of second hand stores. And while I ranted about Intermix months back, I had a few extra dollars to burn in my checking account, and decided that I would go back in (Plus, they had Pleasure Doing Business skirts for $50!). Yes, Intermix, I was going to go against everything that ever came out of my mouth about you and actually stimulate the economy of your poor salesmanship business. But, with most mistakes I make, I should have trusted my instincts all along.

INTERMIX, BURN IN HELL. Okay, not exactly. But still. Thank you to a not-so-trendy, and even less friendly sales girl in the Georgetown location, I left yesterday feeling poor (typical), fat (it’s called voluptuous), and like a total hypocrite who vowed to never set foot in their again. Though I was coming from Zumba and still in my gym clothes, Homegirl refused to greet me, instead looking at me up and down and probably calculating my net work based on my poor gym ensemble (I was wearing a black shirt that read “Hollywood” in diamonds, so I half don’t blame her). But as I’ve learned as a former waitress in fine dining, it’s impossible to judge a book by its cover; the man in the sweatpants is usually the one buying the $400 bottle of rare sake.

As I sifted through the racks, she had a bodyguard up my butt the entire time, and kept requesting that she hold items at the counter for me, even though I was unsure of whether or not I even wanted them. Her forcefulness and aggressiveness made the shopping trip anything but relaxing, and while I feel like I’m writing a bad Yelp.com review, feel that this store deserves to be outted.

After latching onto the super sale Pleasure Doing Business number, the sales girl asked me if I wanted to try it on. Not wanting to soil my new skirt post-workout, I told her no, and let her know that I knew my size, having owned several of the skirts myself (Lies. I tried on my girlfriend Lal’s once. I just wanted to sound rich). She stuck her nose in the air, and brazenly responded, “YOU KNOW THAT’S A PETITE YOU’RE HOLDING”.

My entire workout was totally dismissed by that one bitchy comment. Frankly, I should have tried it on, and left my sweaty sports bra or something else in the dressing room in revenge. Instead, in my attempt to keep it classy, hung the skirt back up, and without a comment, slammed the door on my way out. I saw her scowling at me with the security guard as I left.

I am still appalled, annoyed, and totally irritated with the type of employees that Georgetown Intermix seems to hire. Back in my days of making the big bucks as a waitress, I’d shop at Cusp and Wink with the sweet, accommodating sales girls who never tried to give me an inferiority complex. Homegirl, just because you work at a place where rich, snobby people sometimes shop does NOT give you the right to be like them.

Ugh, so oves.