For my 25th birthday, I wanted to make a grand mecca to Bloomington, my old college stomping ground. Instead of looking like the old fogies wandering around the college bars, I thought we could adhere to a fun dress-up theme and simultaneously disguise ourselves as the Bloomington angry hipster.
I paired a crop top with some cutoff shorts and added Urban Outfitters fake glasses, the rectangle tortoise shell kind of course, a hipster beloved bandeau bra, my dad's suspenders and a high topknot bun.
My partners in crime wore the hipster look fabulously as well, although it was a group effort to dress Katie, who is usually more comfortable in a Polo and Sperrys.
 |
| We're all like, yea, this food is good, whatever, I guess. There are some sustainable options, so that's cool, whatever. Katie's all like, I'm gonna do an ironic yodel right now. |
Actually, we fit in pretty well with Bloomington's summer crowd, who happen to be pretty hipster. We ate dinner at FARMBloomington, which was kickass, if I do say so myself. For more on the tasty food
check out my other blog IndySlim. 
 |
| Don't worry, I promise this is PBR that we're playing Sink the Biz with. I'm like, totally uncomfortable with the fact that there's a bison head hanging on the wall in here. That's an uncomfortable smile, I promise. I swear on my Black Lips cd that it is. Bru on the other hand, has a fabulous indifferent hipster face. |
 |
| Aaaand he ruins it here. Hipsters are not allowed to gaze lovingly at their significant others. |
 |
| ...but they are allowed to feast on each other's arms like cannibals. At least an arm is free range and vegan. Right? RIGHT? |
 |
| Quietly contemplating and embracing during an ironic drinking game. So arty. |
 |
| I'm smiling because it's like, SO ironic my boyfriend is drinking Bud Light. WTF? That is not a locally grown beer. But whatevs, the PBR was all gone at the Bird. |
 |
| I'm all like, check out my Urban Outfitters Zack Morris phone! I'm even holding it like a baby would! Screw an iPhone, this is way more obscure. |
 |
| Joel's all like woah, babies aren't allowed to use phones. They might call 911 on accident, and I've got the coke, so I can't be having that. I'm all like, I hate you for stomping on my Zack Morris baby dreams, could you please give me my phone back before I torch your pack of organic, pesticide free, biodegradable American Spirits or choose a Britney Spears song on the jukebox. Thanks. |
