"but AA shirts are soooo comfy!"

Went to a Mirah show. Walking around Capitol Hill in Seattle was like walking around some outdoor American apparel playground. Also a lot of lesbians and boys who weigh way about as much as my left thigh.

Realizing what a douche bag you must have been at the show/movie/party/family dinner/ large lecture section/ school function/bon dance last night is always a shitty feeling. I stood behind the blackout girls at the Mirah concert. Hipsters are notoriously judgmental and I could just feel the hate from the crowd being magnified by their rimless glasses and boring into these girls like rainbow colored laser guns. Thank god for the blow and 12 corona lights the two girls probably shared before showing up at the club, or else they might have noticed the hatin’. During their freak dance session to the opening act’s ukulele cover of Cher’s “do you believe in life after love?” One fell over and the other walked away into the crowd. no one helped the one on the ground get up, and when she finally managed to stumble to her feet, she had this puppy eyed look of blackout abandonment and squeaked out a confused, “Lauren?” before faltering off to find her friend. People giggled and I got a better view.

The neighborhood that my cousins live in is similar to the hipster scene. their house alone has all the right ingredients to be stunning; high ceilings, marble counters and floors, long mirrors, 20 foot windows, and multiple plasma TVs, but when nuzzled 10 feet on each side by identical looking faux-mansions, it just looks plain tacky. I got lost for 40 minutes today driving through different communities named “the pinnacle”, “the woodlands”, and “china creek” because every house, street, driveway, BMW SUVs looked exactly the same. sure, side bangs compliment nearly every face shape; skinny jeans are hot if you weight under 120 lbs; plaid is cute and Raybans are classic, but Jesus Christ when you get into a room and 1 in 3 people are wearing one of those no one looks cool.

Yes, I have had side bangs and I probably will have them again, so I guess I’m guilty too. Sacrificing live music just to avoid fashion suffocation is too large a price to pay, so I guess I’ll just have to keep on trucking.