Yesterday was national kissing day, and I was talking about how it would have been a good excuse for a kiss meme, and how it seemed those kind of themed memes seemed to have died out a little
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Mikey/Gabe -- Projekt Gayhem 2/3jedusaurJuly 10 2011, 01:21:15 UTC
Rule 4 of being a hipster: only two hipsters to a square yard of floor space at concerts. If the concentration of hipsters exceeds this limit, the band has become too mainstream to follow.
Mikey is making out with the Person Who Is Wrong. Gabe is displeased.
He's not jealous, of course. There's no point in getting territorial over people like Mikeyway. That would be like getting annoyed because you're not the only person who gets to look at the Mona Lisa. If Gabe gets a chance at all, he'll be grateful as fuck, not bitching about how many other people have lined up across the Louvre. He's not jealous, he's just irritated that he hasn't gotten a chance, while Mikey is over there sucking face with this kid who likes to use crayons of colored bullshit to metaphorically scribble pictures of penises all over every metaphorical art exhibit he comes across.
Gabe looks away. The room is scattered with twentysomethings, carefully spacing themselves out for maximum elbow room. Occasionally two of them express affection by narrowing the gap between their bodies to less than a foot. Gabe shifts toward one of these pairs experimentally. They don't condescend to look at him, but the stony gazes they're directing toward the stage become a little stonier, and they tense up until he moves away.
Rule 5 of being a hipster: one earbud at a time.
The first opening band finishes, and Gabe joins the mass of audience members pulling out iPods to keep themselves busy until the second opening band comes out. It's only cool to look bored if you've got something to ignore.
He blasts Sonic Youth, although not loudly enough for anyone to be able to hear it and silently judge him for listening to recognizable music. After a few minutes, he becomes aware of a presence nearby, a little too close for hipster comfort. He turns his head and nearly drops his drink. Mikey is there, standing right next to him and talking in his direction.
Gabe pops out his earbuds, surreptitiously changing the music to something more obscure in case Mikey catches a glimpse of the display. "Sorry, what?"
Mikey gives him a look of mild disdain. "Nothing."
Gabe swears internally, making a mental note to leave one earbud out when cute scene queens are available for potential conversation. He's trying to think of a way to keep Mikey from walking away when Mikey says, "Ryan thinks you're a poseur."
Gabe follows his line of sight to where the Person Who Is Wrong is propped neutrally against a wall. Gabe snorts. "Yeah, because he's so hardcore with his makeup and high-heeled ankle boots. I don't think I'm gonna worry too much about accusations of poseurdom from someone who tries to seriously argue that a band's choice of font in their album artwork should affect my opinion of their music."
"I agree," says Mikey, and shifts to within a foot of Gabe.
Mikey is making out with the Person Who Is Wrong. Gabe is displeased.
He's not jealous, of course. There's no point in getting territorial over people like Mikeyway. That would be like getting annoyed because you're not the only person who gets to look at the Mona Lisa. If Gabe gets a chance at all, he'll be grateful as fuck, not bitching about how many other people have lined up across the Louvre. He's not jealous, he's just irritated that he hasn't gotten a chance, while Mikey is over there sucking face with this kid who likes to use crayons of colored bullshit to metaphorically scribble pictures of penises all over every metaphorical art exhibit he comes across.
Gabe looks away. The room is scattered with twentysomethings, carefully spacing themselves out for maximum elbow room. Occasionally two of them express affection by narrowing the gap between their bodies to less than a foot. Gabe shifts toward one of these pairs experimentally. They don't condescend to look at him, but the stony gazes they're directing toward the stage become a little stonier, and they tense up until he moves away.
Rule 5 of being a hipster: one earbud at a time.
The first opening band finishes, and Gabe joins the mass of audience members pulling out iPods to keep themselves busy until the second opening band comes out. It's only cool to look bored if you've got something to ignore.
He blasts Sonic Youth, although not loudly enough for anyone to be able to hear it and silently judge him for listening to recognizable music. After a few minutes, he becomes aware of a presence nearby, a little too close for hipster comfort. He turns his head and nearly drops his drink. Mikey is there, standing right next to him and talking in his direction.
Gabe pops out his earbuds, surreptitiously changing the music to something more obscure in case Mikey catches a glimpse of the display. "Sorry, what?"
Mikey gives him a look of mild disdain. "Nothing."
Gabe swears internally, making a mental note to leave one earbud out when cute scene queens are available for potential conversation. He's trying to think of a way to keep Mikey from walking away when Mikey says, "Ryan thinks you're a poseur."
Gabe follows his line of sight to where the Person Who Is Wrong is propped neutrally against a wall. Gabe snorts. "Yeah, because he's so hardcore with his makeup and high-heeled ankle boots. I don't think I'm gonna worry too much about accusations of poseurdom from someone who tries to seriously argue that a band's choice of font in their album artwork should affect my opinion of their music."
"I agree," says Mikey, and shifts to within a foot of Gabe.
Whoa. This relationship is moving forward fast.
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