PickledCherub

Last night we went to Steve's Birthday Party after eating a mildly disappointing Tibetan dinner. The party was very fun, and we had a few beers, ate some gummy bears, talked about eloping. Eloping is my secret dream. I don't know if you knew that already, but I have this fantasy where Chris and I go to Voodoo Donuts or Las Vegas and just get married, and enjoy ourselves, and maybe invite a few friends and our parents. Simple, fun, fast. Holly brought up the idea of a double elopement (she and Steve are getting married in June)--and it made me so happy to hear that I'm not the only one who wants to elope.

I've been looking at some pictures of NY hipsters on the internet. Man, they are just like Portland hipsters, but to an extreme! I'm going to have to accept that I'm a hipster--and probably have been for a while--but lately, here's the thing. Lately, I am a Lamester! I don't like going to shows (too many people), I do like dive bars, but I also like swank fancy pants bars. I go to the gym that the hipsters go to (did you think they got so skinny simply by smoking cigarettes and disdaining things? No, hipster are in love with the elliptical machine), but my work out clothes are from TARGET! Essentially, I feel a little too lame to be a hipster--I can't be bothered to dress up like one or wear the fancy shoes. (I've been wearing the same sneakes for six months now--and they are not converse or vans.)

I think the hipsters are admirable, mainly because they put so much effort into what they wear, how their hair looks, what they listen to, etc etc. I just can't be bothered.