Ah, my friends, it appears to be summer here in the great "Northwest".
(For proper effect, raise index and pointer finders on both hands and curl down twice
on either side of your head while saying "Northwest")
The sun has been out for 4 of the past 5 or 6 days and the mood has "certainly" (see
instructions above) brightened.
Of course I'm cursing it now. We're not supposed to talk about it, but "fuck" (you
know what to do) it, I don't care. Kiss my ass, rabid northwesterners. You don't scare
me with your lattes and microbrews.
The point is, and the point of summer must be, that the hippie chicks come out in
force. Especially in the granola eating, tree-hugging, crosswalk using northwest. They
pop up like daisies on a mass grave, I tell ya.
I guess they were here before, but they were wearing fleece, and they blended. And
then there are those who become hippie chicks only for the summer. I don't care where
they came from, I don't care who they are in the winter, I'm just glad they're here.
The sun comes out on a Saturday and suddenly the flowing skirts and flower print
dresses and the tank tops and the flowers in the hair and the... (insert drooling
sound here). Oh! and the sandles, sandles, sandles. It's a beautiful thing I tell ya.
And we canNOT forget those tops with the strings in the back. Not especially the
patchwork ones, but the nicer ones. You know what I mean.
So here's to you, hippie chicks. May the summer last a long long time.
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