Clay Tompkins launched his new US made menswear line (seen here) last Saturday night and I'm guessing there was at least $7,000 in baby sitter money on the floor. Where have these people been for the last five years? Obviously not where I've been. That is, with their children in Red Wing boots, flannel plaid hunting shirts and rolled up selvedge drinking PBR at Capsule.
It felt good to talk with grown ups again. I didn't hear 'awesome' once. No one brought a skate board, bicycle or a backpack. No tattoos...that were visible. Same goes for piercings. No ball caps. It was actually...normal. These are my people.
Able to laugh without breaking into loud guttural guffaws. Able to drink out of a glass instead of a bottle. Able to talk while looking you in the eyes. Able to shave. Able to afford socks. Able to recall the Surf Club. Able and willing to dance -- I may never go south of 14th Street again.
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