Tell your madras to get with my madras and we can be madras.No, e-friends, your eyes are not deceiving you. What you're viewing above is, indeed, the deadly his and hers madras/flip-flops combo. And sadly (although always thankfully) we weren't in Georgetown when we witnessed this (kudos to B.A.D. for snapping such a great photo, by the way). Nope, we were at Local 16 on U Street. Proof that this area of town is the new Adams Morgan, which makes Adams Morgan the new Georgetown, which means DC now boasts two douche-to-the-max neighborhoods with U Street breathing down their proverbial necks (that are undoubtedly encased in several popped collars).
Welcome to hell, e-friends. Welcome to goddamn hell. Ironically, it's not hot. But it is shambley!
Have you done some Shambles P.I. work and want to see it online but are too lazy/nice to start your own blog dedicated to mocking others? No prob. Send your sly photographs to theantidc@gmail.com and we'll do work.
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Shit, we can do this every weekend!
Sigh... and I bet this wasn't even after the Douching Hour.
And just to add to the fashion sense, the guy seems to have a white watchband and the woman's purse appears to have been made from a Giant shopping bag. I don't feel so bad about my constant jean-and-sneakers style now.
I forgot to mention that the shorts with the control top pantyhose underneath that I saw a few days ago were madras.
I love this site so much... but it does make me die a little inside. In a good, hateful kind of way. :-)
Ha my mom tried to get me to buy some madras crap when I was home last week - I remember wearing madras in the 80's -- ohh I shall dig it up and post a picture..........
sigh..........I love me some Shambles P.I.
They must've been so embarrassed when they realized, 20 minutes after leaving the house, they were matching.
i-66--
It was just before the dawning of the Douching Hour.
gilahi--
Beware of douche-denim, however. Although, I'm assuming you know better already.
n--
I just e-barfed.
livitluvit--
Um...thanks?
will--
If only they left the house together! No, these madras met at the bar! I saw the whole thing happen. It was both magical and horrifying at the same time. Ahh, madras love connections...
I find myself completely ignorant of this phenomenon known as "madras".
For this I'm thankful.
Seriously, what the hell is wrong with people?
One day, I'll run into a man wearing a sundress and sneakers, and we'll fall madly in love.
This could all be avoided if we roadblocked all entrances to DC on a nightly basis.
Have you seen the bridge and tunnel toolbags who hang out at Marvin on the weekends?
This could all be avoided if we roadblocked all entrances to DC on a nightly basis.
Have you seen the bridge and tunnel toolbags who hang out at Marvin on the weekends?
I posted that comment twice because I feel very strongly about it, obviously.
Does Shannon mean that she'll be wearing the sundress/sneakers? Or that the guy will be?
"This could all be avoided if we roadblocked all entrances to DC on a nightly basis.
Have you seen the bridge and tunnel toolbags who hang out at Marvin on the weekends?"
Don't even think about it, unless you have already devised a plan to steer / blindfold / bribe them away from Old Town / Del Ray that we don't already know about. I hear Tysons Corner is real hip. :D
Highway - we will both be in cheap H&M sundresses and Chuck Taylors, and will fall in mad narcissistic love at first sight. And you can all be bridesmaids at our sneaker-filled wedding.
"Proof that this area of town is the new Adams Morgan, which makes Adams Morgan the new Georgetown, which means DC now boasts two douche-to-the-max neighborhoods with U Street breathing down their proverbial necks (that are undoubtedly encased in several popped collars)."
Oh man, you took the words right out of my head. Bravo.
Here in Madras, I have seen no one wearing Madras.
madness/madras
I saw madras flip flops last night at DSW and started busting out laughing............
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