Though I have had a SUPER rough week after putting my lovely phone through the washing machine… I have a brief moment of pride that I wanted to share with all of you….

So, I was at dinner tonight, and there was a table of gangsterish looking men, one of which called me over to talk (or something). I go over, and this is the conversation that took place (some quotes are in brackets because they were said in a much more gangster-ish way that I can’t possibly duplicate.):

Guy: “Hey there. My brother is [kind of into you].”
Me: “You have a brother??”
Guy: “Yea, he’s over there.”

::: I look over at a guy who happens to be pretty gangster (in my opinion…) and he gives me the nod– so I wave:::

Guy’s Brother: “Whats your name?”
Me: Rachel, you?
Guy’s Brother: ” [Something]”
Me: “Oh…. Well. That’s a FRESH HAT!”

Yes, I told a real “gangster-ish” guy that he was wearing a fresh hat. And then he asked for my number, which was when I promptly told him that I just washed my phone. Yes, while it may seem like I am an asshole, that situation could not be more true.

That is all for now. I was pretty excited that I told someone that they had a fresh hat.

Here is Cherrie and I wearing our own fresh hats.