i promise, we're not normal. i wore converse all-stars in middle school! with no socks!
erik and i spent saturday evening trying to act as un-banana republic as possible. while looking pretty much as banana republic as possible. in fact, yes, i think we were wearing a few pieces each.

ultimately, a good time was had by all. barbeque and badminton and trampolines and epic poetry and complex philosophy and obscure bands.

but there's nothing like surrounding yourself with a bunch of ironic indie rock people to realize how un-indie you are.
we're so fucking bourgeois.