An interesting switch from the awesome hipster love fest I got to be a part of this weekend. It was a glorious caricature of a caricature of hipsterdom. The scene: the park in the super trendy Columbia Heights. About 15 people gathered on a a few blankets to share yuppie organic food and drink too much during the day. Serenaded by the ethnically exciting drum circle and random people practicing tai chi, yoga, and other peace loving and sexually provocative physical exercise, I joined a cluster of ironic mustaches, old man shoes, dark framed glasses and pretentious conversation about racism in America. Hipsters love feeling extra cultured and having ethnic friends, so the multicultural drum circle is perfect. I got an actual fist bump from the requisite black guy in the group (I warned you I was going to blog about you if you're reading as promised), and watched a few white people play bocce. This is not a joke. This awesome display of pseudo-intellectualism was the perfect compliment to some of my favorite quotes of the day: "You want some brie? I'm so high." And "Man, these shrooms are really kicking in. I can barely roll this." The latter quote was from a former cheerleader-turned-feminist with a "Feminists are hot" t-shirt. I participated in hula hooping with strangers, and witnessed someone longboard into the park with a huge iguana on his arm that hung out in the park for a few hours. As one of the hipsters in the group pointed out, puppies just became to mainstream. An enlightened chick will be attracted to a more exotic animal.
In short, it was like overheard on the 92, but for privileged white kids with anarchist/socialist views (I don't know how the hell that works but it does). It felt good being able to be a part of the hipster scene in their natural environment, but I felt frightened. Extra frightened when I felt like I fit in. Good thing I wore my chucks.
Thanks, C and H - I will always make fun of you, but had so much fun this weekend. Love y'all :)
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