September 14th, 2011
The thought of someone pouring acid on my face does not sound pleasant. In fact, it sounds like something out of a horror film. So what made me decide to try a micropeel? Lately I’ve been going through a ‘why not’ stage. Besides, my skin has been looking a little ragged lately, and thanks to Houston’s wonderful heat, my pores have been in oil producing overdrive. Really sexy. Mix that with an impending birthday announcing that I am indeed getting older and I figure it’s time to start fighting age before it’s actually written all over my face.
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— Stacy
July 6th, 2011
Three classes into my pole fitness / self discovery classes and I’m feeling…empowered. There’s the success I feel when I do a great job at work and then there’s the euphoria that comes when mastering the Fireman. Spinning around that pole with grace and ease is more than acing the move. Watching myself in the mirror as I twirl provides an inner strength that I didn’t know I was missing in life. There’s more sass in my step. My body roll gets a bit deeper. All of the fear I felt in that first class has completely disappeared, and I swear my arms are already a little more toned in the process.
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— Stacy
June 29th, 2011
I wouldn’t necessarily call myself lazy, but I’m not one of those people who enjoys running, treadmills, weight lifting, or any exercise that actually feels like exercise. For me it usually comes down to something that is more entertaining: kickboxing, karate, rock climbing, and the like. Since my birthday is about a month away I decided it was about time to find another workout routine and really get serious about getting in shape.
When my friend told me about the new Verticality Pole Fitness studio on Waugh I figured pole fitness was a perfect choice. It sounded fun and more importantly, had classes at times a career woman could actually attend. Extra bonus points for the studio being within walking distance of my home. What I didn’t expect was the physical and emotional intensity that would come with it.
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— Stacy
October 22nd, 2010
In 5 Words: Dive, Sportsbar, 1983, Fantatics, Cheap
The older I get, the more I run screaming anytime someone mentions hanging out, well, pretty much any place on Washington. Sure, there are still a few bars on that street I’ll venture to, like Porch Swing, and, well, Porch Swing, but only during daylight hours and usually only for crawfish season. Give me a dive bar no one goes to and I’m a happy girl. Why? Because I’ve found that they are usually devoid of the typical Affliction wearing douchebags that haunt the “cool” places to hang.
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— Stacy
