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Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Dudes vs. Super-dudes

So I was having dinner in the cafe at Belmont last week with my friend DJ and we both witnessed a wonderful scuffle between two different social groups. The first group was a table full of members of the baseball team, and the second group was a table full of the artsy-fartsy type that hates anyone who isn't an artist or a big fan of art or someone with an "alternative" sense of fashion.

(Note: the funniest part about an "alternative" sense of fashion is that all the people that dress a certain way hang out with each other. So that means that they all dress the same. Which no longer makes it an alternative.)

The baseball team dudes randomly crack up about what I'm assuming is an inside joke or at least what I know was an inaudible comment. Out of nowhere, one of the super-dudes at the arts-only table starts laughing and clapping with them and purposely makes himself the loudest of all and also continues the gesture beyond the team of baseball dudes. After he realizes that his insult was recognized, he sits down abruptly. Here come the counter-attacks. They can be summarize in the sentence "Jeez-took it way too far-shut up-you're an idiot, dude-you're gay". This is followed by a mini-celebration and slap of hands at the baseball table. After this, another one of the arts-only dudes (wearing a very short-cut V-neck t-shirt, rolled up jeans, and a pair of moccasins) brings a flower and hands it to one of the baseball players. I interpreted this as an "I'm so confident that I will do something ridiculous and pointless, look you in the eye, and walk away" type of "fuck-you". It's a creative type of "fuck-you" that only an artsy fartsy dude would come up with. The victim at the baseball table responds with "what the hell??", and soon gets some backup from his buddies. I must admit, when one of the baseball guys said "did you see that? he had cleavage!", I was very tickled. It was awesome. Because it was true, but also because only a meathead would think of that. DJ and I were cracking up this entire time. It was pretty great.