Hubster and I were quite busy this weekend with our prep; within two hours and four stores we were able to procure all the items (save three) that we need for the party. Here's an x-ray filtered view of the collection.
At this point, we need to finalize the character backgrounds which will likely be completed this afternoon. It is rainy and dreary outside, which happens to be perfect for the theme and we can get in the mood. Might even have a mini fire if we can get some thunder and lightening.
If that gets done, we can have everything ready to print and put together for the invitations. Those should go out in the next week.
So far, I've hinted that the theme involves the work of Tim Curry. No one has guessed correctly, though Devo's idea of Rocky Horror Picture Show was smart. (Maybe we'll use that next year.) The only thing that made it better was Rhett's FB posting about Tim Curry's best role was actually in Loaded Weapon 1.
Adame's birthday was this past weekend. His desire was to meet up at Franconia Brewery in McKinney for the Saturday tour. I said I would go, though Hubster had to get some shut-eye before work. Bueno was going to be there too, so I definitely wanted to catch up outside of work.
I've been to Franconia before with Rhett and Stace; it was a few years ago and I think there was 25 or so of us on the tour. Dennis (the Creator, Developer, Owner and Brew Master) is a passionate speaker and clearly loves the process to make the best beer. When I heard how emphatically he believes in quality control of the beer, I was all the more impressed. Like I said, that was about two years ago. Oh, how things change.
First, I got horrendously lost. I drove 10 miles out of the way on the 75 North, getting stuck in construction going 3 miles an hour; so I had to turn around and go back. Then, I went the right way on 380 but not far enough and was confused and turned around, driving 15 miles in the wrong direction. Somewhere around this point my phone died and I cursed bloody hell. I really regretted not taking the GPS out of the truck, or my phone charger from my other bag... both things that the Hubster had triple asked me before I left that I should grab.
Eventually, I figured it out and made it to Franconia. I was only 35 minutes late but there was still a massive line out the door. What the what?? Apparently, everyone aged 25 - 45 in the metropolis decided to visit today! And not only that, 99% of them were Hipsters.
HIPSTERS? Ohmygodyouhavegottobekiddingme! Here is just an assortment of the Hipster/DBaggery that was on display:
Mutton chops
Facial hair "art"
Circa 1980's mustaches
Layered shirts, vests and jackets
Hand knitted scarfs, artfully draped
Two tone hair
Thick, black glasses
Questionable hygiene
Wearing a knitted soft hat
Tie pins and tweed
Unevenly chopped hair
Leather messenger bags
Ironic t-shirts Quasi-Steampunkers without irony
Pocket watches
Vans and Chuck Taylors
*Sigh* And the worst part? I realized belatedly that three of the things I "spotted" ... I was also wearing.
So here's the music for Monday... Hipster Disney Princess.
What else makes a Hipster? Some thought starters:
Raising chickens for fresh eggs
Raising goats to make goat cheese
Use of Tom's toothpaste
Playing a banjo
Calls their hat a "chapeau"
Refuses to listen to "pop" music
Can ride a unicycle
Makes tea by straining leaves through a proper strainer
Owns multiple bottles of various whiskies
Calls anything artisanal or says they are an artisan
