This weekend...I met Commie!

This weekend I accompanied my good friend Bill to a wedding. It was a friend of his from high school and also his neighbor growing up. I should note as well that this was my first ever New Hampshire wedding. Bill, being the single bachelor that he is, was hoping to see some "fly honey's" and possibly meet someone, cause they do say that weddings are great places to meet people. I personally think that is a load of crap. Anyways, I digress....

We get to the chapel in Nashua which is very cute and quaint, would maybe consider getting married there myself, if it wasn't in New Hampshire. As we are sitting there waiting for the ceremony to start, I see a young lady walk in. The first thing about her that catches my eye is that she is wearing a hounds tooth suit (skirt and blazer) with a matching houndstooth purse. Now, you really have to search high and low to find something like that....I mean more matching than the houndstooth. Then I notice the rest of her outfit....white tights and BLACK COMBAT BOOTS!!!! Like really....really....wtf is up with that?!

I jest my friend and say, she is def the one for him. We laugh, it was kinda funny. ALthough, it gets better....after cocktail hour (which cocktail hour should consist of more than cheese and crackers), we make our way into the reception room/area. Who else walks in front of us but combat boot girl, we'll call her Commie for short. I joke with Bill that there goes his new girlfriend....and he responds with..."just you wait, bet you she will be sitting at our table." We get to our table, and Damn It! Bill was right. And I had to sit next to Commie. Granted, she was a very nice person, but really, really....the boots, who wears those boots to a nice wedding. Her boots weren't the only thing that needed to go, but also her blazer. It was okay on her while she was standing up, but after she sat down, it was too small. I know how that feels and I really felt for her, but I also don't think I have ever gone anywhere in which I didn't test out my "outfit" before leaving the house. Regardless, as she sat, her buttons/snaps popped open and I saw flesh....yes, flesh....YUCK! I did say something to her about her button being open, and she thanked me. I know I would def want to know if I had something bad going on with my outfit. I felt bad for teasing Bill about her for a little while cause she truly seemed like a very nice person, but then, I stopped. She began telling jokes about gobblins and medieval stuff....that's where I couldn't help myself anymore.....the name Commie had stuck, and I just had to tell you all about it.

FINALLY!!! They read my mind!

So yesterday I went to the gym, as usual. As I am at the foot of the stairs to go to the second floor, I notice this HUGE board that is as tall as I am (not a big feat). The title of the board was, "PROPER GYM ETIQUETTE." I am not kidding! I think someone has finally read my mind. It had all sorts of stuff on it, like water fountain etiquette (no lips or spit on the fountain discharge), locker room etiquette (no naked people, please), wiping down machines when you are done etiquette (cause I don't want your germs), no sparkly shoe lace etiquette (cause that's just bad)....okay, maybe I lied about that one. But FINALLY!!!!

I do, however, wonder what made them post this in plain sight of everyone. Overall, most people are respectful and know what the deal is, however, I guess there are enough people, like sparkles and the moanin' mama, that called a need for this.

I don't have high hopes for the posting of etiquette, but at least its effort and worth a try. :)