the OC...

whoa. talk about bad idea (capri) jeans! i went out last night in old(e?*) city in philadelphia. silly me! i had no idea that the dress code for women was no socks, no sleeves. i, of course, was wearing socks and sleeves, and i would estimate about 172% more clothing than the vast majority of the women there.

how to describe old city? it's this part of town (would it have been funny if i had written "towne"?) where the guys wear button down shirts tucked into their jeans and the girls show a lot of cleavage and wear a ton of makeup. and everybody looks like they spend way too much time at the gym. the bars are all pretty and well decorated and serve drinks that end in -tini.

it's just not a place for a girl like me. i like my bars divey and dark and smoky and cheap.

but the story has a happy ending: at the end of the night, paula and i agreed never to go out in old city again!

*i honestly have no idea if the proper spelling is olde (as in ye olde city) or old (as in old). nor do i really care.