graveley tells me that people in san francisco try so hard to be different,
yet they’re still all the same.
graveley: “and they’re not crazy like my friends in boston.”
me (sarcastically): “by crazy, do you mean they don’t wear women’s hats when they go out to bars?”
graveley: “hey fuck you.”
but there is some truth to what he says.
we spent friday night at numerous bars,
getting really drunk and poking fun at all the corn-fed, cookie-cutter hipsters/scenesters.
not one minute after alex leaves for the restroom,
this kid walks up to me in a von dutch trucker hat,
throwing me his best mack line.
me: “where’d you get your clothes? urban outfitters?”
kid: “i love that store!”
regardless, there’s always something fun to do in san francisco.
clown porn, angry femme bands and an outdoor breakbeat renegade
all in the same night? i’m always amused.
oh, and i’m a hypocrite.
despite all my shit talking about the bay area party scene being so incestuous,
i have the hugest crush on brandon.
he’s got the dopest personality and dances so damn cute.
he’s so going to be mine. he just doesn’t know it yet. :)
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