-I had some friends over to say goodbye before I head back to Vermont, and had a box of Pabst in the fridge. My little brother, an ex-jock stoner type with a heart of gold, stopped by for a few minutes before the party, and, as he was walking out the door, said, "You're such a hipster." I don't think I realized "hipster" was in his vocabulary, and somehow it made me happy that it is.
- Also, this, striking the perfect balance between touching and exploitative.
-Plus, I got to call Chad "The Hemingway of Cougar Jokes," and then go on a little too long about how I love the part in A Movable Feast where he keeps going on about how pretty Fitzgerald's lips are.
15 years ago
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