magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

There's something about standing on rooftops that [ --------------------- ]. [ ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ]. I was up on the roof of 315 Seigel for the second night in a row. Tonight was a vegan barbecue, and watching the Macey's fireworks over Manhattan. Some of the vegans may very well have been nice kids, but I didn't find myself rapt in conversation with anyone new.

Around 11, Chris called. 'What are you up to?'

'I'm up on the roof of Adam's building again. But with an entirely different group of people tonight.'

'Is there any alcohol there?'

'Not a whole lot. A few people are drinking what they brought with them. But some of the kids are straight-edge, and it's a completely different scene.'

'Well, are you up for getting a drink somewhere else? Maybe just Life?'

'Or we could try the new bar, the one that's right across the street from here.'

'Does it have a sign or anything?'

'No, but you can't miss it. It's the only thing on the street that looks like a bar. It's got a rusted metal facade, and a red light above the door.'

'Okay. I'm just outside of my house. I'll be there in about four minutes.'

The new bar is nice enough. Nothing special. Sort of hipster-goth in decor. Completely hipster in clientele.

'We're hipsters too,' Chris said to me.

'Yeah. I know. I'm living the same sort of lifestyle that all these other kids are. It's just that I'm not really involved in the hipster social scene at all.'

'So that's what it comes down to? You're living the hipster life so you feel like you should at least get the social benefits.'

'Yeah. Basically.'