Food Fail (Part 2)
Posted on August 8, 2010[Continued from "Food Fail (Part 1)."]
We walked to St. Francis Fountain through more of the Street Food Festival crowd. It was a warm Saturday with a street festival going on; the sidewalks were full. Once in front of St. Francis Fountain it was obvious we wouldn’t be able to eat any time soon; there was a crowd of hipsters waiting out front.
When confronted by a bunch of people who are clearly cooler than I – or at least think they are – I get nervous. I don’t have enough tattoos and I look horrible in skinny jeans so the hipsters intimidate me. I’ve been rejected by enough hipsters to know that I’m definitely not hip enough to be in their company.
I should have known. I first went to St. Francis Fountain with Ramona, who is most definitely cooler than I even wish I were. She’s heavily tattooed and wears a lot of short skirts with fishnets and has dyed black hair. I’m convinced that if we didn’t happen to like fucking the same guys (she’s referred several to me) that she would have trouble being my friend. I’m just not fashionable enough for her. She’s probably mostly embarrassed to be seen with me in public.
The Viking and I saw that there was a grip of hipsters in front of St. Francis Fountain waiting to eat. Dammit. By this time we were hungry and I was in no mood to feel inferior in my regular clothes with only a couple of tattoos showing. I remember when the fact that I had tattoos at all was edgy ….
Finally, we decided to stop by our corner grocery for supplies so the Viking could make us food. He made eggs with chipotles and other yummy stuff, and quesadillas using thick “homemade” corn tortillas. Yum.
[To be continued ….]
I swear. True story.
Categories: True Story.
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