moving out of cool

i'm packing. and moving. away from the uber hipster williamsburg to the more family style prospect heights. we'll see how it goes. i seem to be getting older. i can't stay out past midnight. more than two beers makes me unhappy in the morning. don't even start me on how unfashionable i am. honestly, the hipsters make me uncomfortable. they remind how i'm not really very cool anymore. if i ever really was.