The more things change

Tuesday, 22 November 2005 : Filed under: MOM

Hipster D and I hit the town Sat. night for the first time in longer than I care to think about. We were invited to one of our old favorite haunts, the lure of a cool band “from New York” and open bar tab was too good to pass up. I love how other blogs link to the places involved, I would do it myself but this place has no site to speak of. It is truly the type of hang-out exclusive to tattoo artists and record store clerks. When a place is “hipster” through and through, a cool website is unnecessary. This is the type of spot where they have their niche, and their niche is not online. When you have the monumental decision each month of either paying for internet service or PBR and hard to find Piggly Wiggly t-shirts, well, let’s just say the winner with this crowd goes without saying.

The usual suspects were still there, god help em’. Isn’t it funny how the people who looked 35 when they were 21 do finally manage to grow into their awkwardness? They don’t necessarily become attractive or even normal looking, just much less bizarre. We were sitting up at the bar, surveying the scene when we ran into the guy who runs the local “Tattoo Empire”. Since I do not name names, let’s just call him “Rockabilly Frankenstein”. Anyway, I got into a chat with Rockabilly Frankenstein, who just so happened to become a dad around the same time we had our first. As fate would have it, he happens to be the extremely proud papa of one little handful of a girl. Not too long ago this conversation would have had a decidedly different flavor, but tonight it was all about…Disney Princesses! What?! I finally scored a sitter, drove all the way downtown and the best conversation I had all night was a back and forth discussing the merits of Spiderman v/s Cinderella. What the hell has happened to us?!

The funny thing is, well…who gives a shit. At-man is a better conversationalist than anyone there. Even better, Em will breathe on your neck so sweetly without a single drop of Jager, and that rocks harder that any band “from New York” ever has.

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