The American Caliban (substitute) wrote,
The American Caliban

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sightings from the dada factory

This evening loose_joints 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?
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