In an effort to put more writing where it’s supposed to be, I’ve moved Cool Story Town over to a new home: Cool Story Tumblr! If you’re a lurker like me, give us a follow. Thanks for adventuring with me ❤
As the sun starts to peek out from behind the unusually grey February clouds, a young woman’s mind turns to Festival Season: where the flower crowns fund Etsy shops for the winter months, and CamelBak sales are at their urban retail peak. Aside from the one vacation day a year I ration for the glory of overpriced beer and extortive merchandising, my favorite festivals mean a weekend sighting of the Bay Brigadoon: my Bestie, BFF, Biffles, the Only Long Distance Relationship I Believe In, the notorious Mr. Zen. Z and I became friends only after I annoyed the hell out of him for four years, but it was 6th grade and I was in love with him so he forgave me for it. When High School hit I developed a solid sense of General Anger and he was there to remind me to give less fucks, if any at all, and we’ve been friends ever since. He built a computer in High School, knows more about software engineering and lucid dreaming than anyone I’ve ever met, and will probably only grow smarter, which both fills me with pride and a sort of creeping terror because I’m gonna have to keep up with all that. In the meantime he wears goggles to my bandana just for fun, and backs me up when people make fun of my pants. We’re almost definitely getting married, but we’ve got a lot of music to get through first.
It’s warming up here in Cool Story Town!