This evening meta_kate and I were at D’s blathering about politics pretty enjoyably; she knows a lot about the subject and I’m happy to listen.
A young woman showed up and was ordering coffee. She was maybe 18 or 19 at most and had a pretty much perfect body of the dancer/gymnast type; slim, athletic. She also wasn’t wearing very much.
However, she was also wearing a gigantic faux-fur cloche hat, the kind that looks like you’re a cartoon character wearing a church bell.
The whole effect was very odd. She looked like she’d be a hit on the dance floor of a New York club at 1 am. But this was Costa Mesa, California in a coffee house at 7:15 p.m. And there was Little Miss Hottie looking like she fell out of a Fellini movie.
While Kate and I were discussing this, yet another almost identical woman showed up, wearing almost identical garb, plus a faux fur coat. They then left together.
Unfortunately the rest of my evening was less decadent. I came home, made pumpkin pie, ate some of it, and now I’m going to go to bed.
..the hats… why?
..the hats… why?
Now those are perfect mysterious last words. Even better than “Rosebud”