Berkeley Hat Co. is Love
So I’m going to the esteemed “Boat Dance” – an inter-unit Hall Association soiree on a floating mass of musical awesomeness.Word on the street is that the event is one of those “make your own fun by dancing like an idiot” functions which is right up my alley. Practically, my life. However, with only 2 weeks to put together my outfit I’m thinking something involving a purple shirt, bow tie, suspenders, and a fedora. Of course.
There’s something about hats from the Berkeley Hat Company on Telegraph (where I plan to shop for my godly dome accessory.) In all honesty, I haven’t always been a hat man. I always was under the impression that my head was too round to adequately adorn a baseball cap and in some ways I still believe that fact to be true. But lately, I’ve experienced a fond affinity for the right head ornament.
A few baseball caps (I wear them barely on my head flipped up to create the illusion that my face isn’t chubbily circular), a beanie with a brim that my aunt bought me in the 7th grade, another rasta winter hat, a white fedora, a leprechaun Target brand One-Spot $1 special, an Israeli Blue and Gold Jester hat, a fur hat with earflaps, an authentic Russian Mig fight pilot hat… You know, the usual.
I even came to a new tradition that after each set of midterms I take a well-anticipated journey to the Berkeley Hat Co. with Fatty to purchase a new topper. The right chapeau can make you. The wrong lid can break you. The right hat can distinguish you as the most bad ass individual to walk the face of the Earth and demand even the ground’s respect.
But enough rambling, the search for the right purple… or green… or both… fedora to adorn at the Boat Dance to look like a complete idiot, and by complete idiot I mean most gapingly beautiful bag of man candy, begins. I have faith, as with much of the things in my life, no worries there. But making sure my date’s dress can even attempt to match whatever ridonkulous (tm) getup I put together is another story…

April 16, 2007 at 8:55 AM"...floating mass of musical awesomeness."
Ow. That last word hurt my eyes. X__X
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