The life of the Hipster Sister has been pleasantly hectic. As must as I'd like to complain about being so busy and next to never being able to sleep in my own giant marshmallow of a tempur-pedic bed, I simply refuse to complain. I've been having way too much fun. In fact, I've given up an entire month of REM mode sleep to keep up with my social schedule. I've lost almost ten pounds in the process. Due to lack of time/money to eat, and never being in a place long enough to sit down an actually eat a full meal. This is the time when you'd assume that "convenient, on the go" foods are most necessary. But I don't swing that way. I'm an all natural kind of girl. Processed foods make me cry. I'm on the "I'm too broke to eat" diet.
Typical of me, I've been spending way too much time in Williamsburg. Brooklyn officially owns my life, my sleeping and my eating schedule. And I'm ok with that. (In the two days that I've been there, I ate two small meals, that I was only able to eat multiple bites of.) Maybe it's all of the 'scary skinny' hipster girls that are sipping on their bloody's and mimosas at 1pm at Hare Field staring at you and your spring salad and side of potatoes waiting patiently in front of you to be heartily eaten that's the intimidator. I don't know what it is, but when in Williamsburg, I suddenly loose my appetite. Not in an "oh em gee, I'm so grossed out", kind of appetite loss. It's more of a, "I have more important things to focus on, other than food." That's the vibe, and it works. I guess that's why you either have a hipster beer gut, or you weigh ten and a half pounds. I'm convinced that some of these guys/girls weight hasn't gone up since birth. Jealous.
This weekend was nothing short of eventful. I hung out with hipster trust fund babies, who are the coolest kids I have ever met. It amazes me how diverse this world is. I've been to orphanages in third world countries, where kids are totally cool with living with twenty other kids who have it just as bad as them, have no family, and all they know is what they're taught. Then I know trust fund babies, who have never worked a day in their life and golf on Sundays because they "have to", but are totally humble about their upbringing and the millions of dollars they have tucked away. If only everyone was as humble as some of these kids are.
Think about it: There's those silly guidos that max out their credit cards and ruin their credit history, just to roll up to the "jersey shore" in their leased escalade for three out of twleve months, trying to look all cool with the money they don't have, trying to impress people that don't care. And then there's the hipsters who purposely dress in vintage, already worn out 60 years ago clothing, look like they are one of the Mole People when they leave their Williamsburg apartments, and don't think twice about the two hundred thou that they can drop on a Lambo any given Monday, because their fixed gear is their biggest love.
I have a huge appreciation for hipsters. We live the simple life. Shut up your drama and complaining and just live. Life isn't meant to overanalyzed. Life's about chilling out, hanging with the kids that make you happiest, laughing about pelicans that steal babies and sell them on the streets of Willyb. for money at two in the afternoon because you have nothing better to do. It's the simple life. You have what you need and you move on. You don't care about how cool your jacket is. You found one that fits and you're ok with it. You haven't showered in two days because you don't need to. You haven't gone grocery shopping in two weeks because you're not hungry, and a tall boy at mid afternoon is really all you need. The time on the clock just doesn't matter, and you have no real agenda. That's life, my friends. We get so caught up in our nine to fives, business meetings and lunches, taking the kids to daycare and getting home in time to make the hubby dinner. Fail. I like my life. I like my friends. And I especially like where I am right now. Life is epic, and I'm doing nothing but enjoying it.
Funny thing happened, my really good friend, who I stay with in Williamsburg, is roomies with the designer of Zoo York. Raddest dude ever. We had a nice like talk about everything important ... to us at least. Another fun fact? My buddy's bro is a huge PR name for every surf/snowboarding company you've ever heard of. You can imagine the shenanigans that I've witnessed. I get a headache just thinking about it.
Things are happening kids. I'm working out the finals of getting my hands on an apartment in Willyb. (I offically had the talk with my boss today. I have a meeting with my regional next week to offically confront him on the issue ... aka beg for a transfer to the Brooklyn Macy's.) The ball is rolling, and it's rolling at the perfect speed. I've never been happier in my life. I've never been more motivated and excited. Life's good, and I'm not letting go anytime soon.
Current Listen: Couldn't You Tell - BC Camplight
