“So my father got laid off today.” He goes on to explain. “He’s in the auto industry.” It’s so topical I can hardly stand it. They talked to Detroiters in coffee shops about the crisis on NPR today, I felt happy to be alive to hear it. I want the boys on their date to start talking about the Proposition 8 catastrophe next. They share a dessert and continue the rest of the evening (prudently) in hushed tones.
A boy wearing a t-shirt, a ridiculous, mock basketball jersey, and a scarf tied just so around his neck has caught me staring at him, and he half waves, and now I realize that I know him from somewhere else. It’s Chad from another bar. Good lord. Is everybody gay?* I pause to tie my own scarf around my neck in the exact same fashion, as a way to say I’m sorry.
I find I can’t bring myself to do it. I take 4 action photos of myself attempting to tie the scarf around my neck in the hipster way my sister showed me to prove that I tried. My mind is sent into a dizzy of reveries regarding just what kind of person becomes paralyzed with fear/inaction at the simple act of tying a scarf around one’s neck with the faintest modicum of style.
*I ran into Chad later on this week where we discussed life briefly. Far be it from me to spread false and potentially devastating rumors about acquaintances sexuality on the Internet. Others swear up and down that Chad is straight, and uses his homosexual swagger extremely effectively to get chicks. The world is changing all around us.
7 comments:
What a great post. Gonzo really suits you - especially with "action" fotos in the spread, although I have to say I am not aware of a hipster knot - and the thought of one scares me. Have a nice holiday Mol.
Thanks. I wonder what you mean by Gonzo? I would like to learn this new word.
the hipster knot is as allusive as the hipster itself. People freely call one another hipsters, as we're all pretty sure we know one when we see one, but there are no, as far as I have seen, self referencing hipsters. "What? I am clearly not a hipster because I like geeky activity x." (comic books. old episodes of an uncool tv show. the possibilities are endless.) The next time you see a hipster with a hipster knot, and you say "how do you tie that hipster knot?" I bet you ten million dollars they will uncomfortably say, "this isn't really a hipster knot. I couldn't possibly be a hipster because I wear pajamas on occasion."
I know how to tie the hipster knot but I refuse to do it in public, as evidenced above, and so, the world will never know.
I clicked on the pics and you're very cute.
Erik is ignoring my request to meet you, which is a bad idea 'cause I'm the type of girl who would remove the racing stripe from his car in the middle of the night.
Want to help? You can be the one who sets the acetone-soaked rag on fire to destroy the evidence.
Hil
If no one else invites you to the English dept. holiday party, do you want to be my date?
Sure I'll be your date. Who the fuck is this?
Wow, O-M-G. So he really does dig chicks? This is a universe-shattering revelation.
Okay, well, not really.
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