While I was in San Francisco recently, my friend Carolyn invited me to tag along to her friends’ party in Napa.
I was a tiny bit nervous about fitting in. Surely people who live in Napa must be way cooler than me, right? At a minimum, they would know lots more about wine.
I think I fit in OK.
We hung out in a charming home with a gorgeous backyard.
We drank blood orange margaritas through paper straws with mustaches. Everyone was nice to me even though I was a party crasher.
There were lots of tattoos. And topknots. A few fedoras. Skinny jeans and flannels. I started to feel at home, like I never left Brooklyn.
Everyone looked like a Creative Director or a typography expert or a vegan chef.
And then I learned that it was a costume party of sorts.
The theme? Hipsters.
No wonder they were so friendly and smiley. Damn fake hipsters!
A&R, if you read this, thank you SO much for having me. It was a terrific afternoon!