Looking for my Granola Grunge Self

I was clickety-clacking my high-heeled boots into the elevator of the building where I worked when a snugly-bundled girl came rushing in after me, her face gorgeously flushed from the cold wind, along with her bicycle that she rode to work.

You see, the Geology department resides right above the Chemistry department. Geology department denizens are majorly comprised of the granola grunge type (and I mean that in a good way!), with their mountain hiking, forrest trekking, earth digging, environment loving types. They ride bicycles to work because they don't just talk about greening our earth. They reduce, reuse and recycle. They look so cool with their granola-type clothing all thrown together from their mother's wadrobe and the salvation army store, but are too granola to care that they look cool anyway.

And me? I wore high heels because, hey, I drive the two miles to work and also because I can't really ride a bicylce and the cold is too much to bear. And because I wore high heels and was too lazy to get my mug from my office, I held a steaming cup of coffee in a unreusable paper cup I bought from the cafe.

I need to be more granola!