Noah, the anachronistic hipster...

is the exact content of a text message I received at 5:19AM yesterday from my friend Matt.


Let me back up a bit.


At some point last week, I was sent an invitation to a party being thrown on Friday by my friends Matt and Kristine, who live near Boston. I live in Amherst. Thusly, I declined.

This smacks of Kristine.

Aside from the 2+ hours it would take me to drive there after work, this party was going to be an "alter-ego" party where you show up, not as yourself, but as your alter ego.

I don't have an alter ego. Or, at least I didn't have one.

I was agonizing over whether or not to attend as the week went on and on. Finally, on Thursday night, my housemate Caitlin convinced me to go. All day Friday I was thinking about what my alter-ego would be. At first came "nerd", then "tough-guy-loner", but it finally came to me: "out-of-touch-hipster".

Meet Noah.

Glasses, messenger bag, keys, belt, shoes, shirt, pants: all old hipster fashions.

Long hair, mandolin on back.

Sailor tattoo I did with sharpie in lab on Friday. Pretty proud of that actually.

After work I was still torn on going, but I ended up leaving at 7ish and got there around 9:30. And I have to say,

Best. Decision. Ever.

I sometimes forget that I need friends and how many quality ones are a phone call or a drive away. I just wanted to use this Sunday's post as a Thank-You to a few folks.


Thank you Matt, for letting me drunkenly explain electromagnetic wave propagation to you and for offering "bite pear".


Thank you Kristine, for being so genuinely proud of me when I told you I was going to Hopkins and for showing me what an "interpretive dance party" looks like.


Thank you Michelle, for all the great conversations we have and for laughing at my dumb jokes.


Thank you Nelson, Pat, and Ryan, for getting Adele permanently stuck in my head.


Yea, that one.


Thanks to everyone who was there that night; it's going to be a glorious summer.


Goodnight all,

M.