I stopped by quickly on my way to meet Sarah M. for lunch at Ra.  I came to a good stopping point working and  thought I might be able to pick out some workout clothes (I will soon be voted out of Pilates, if possible, for wearing the same stinky clothes day after day).  What can I say.  I scored a pair of leggings and a jacket but a security guard is permanently posted by the door and the floor of the dressing room floor is adorned with dirty bandages.  I waited in line my requisite ten minutes and bately made it to lunch on time.  I'll be here again for my annual requisite visit.  What choice do I have.  I need something to completely skeeve me out now and then.