On the rare occasion I do something ultra hip, I always feel awfully unsettled. On the one hand, I feel super hip to be invited by hip people and in the know about hip things, but on the other hand, I also feel incredibly unhip in the presence of all these damn ultra swank hipsters. Does anyone say the words ‘swank’ and ‘hip’ anymore?! I haven’t a clue. I’m just super basic.
In any case, one of my friends does improv/acting classes and one of her classmates invited her out to a Consuming the Arts (CTA) benefit he was performing at in DTLA. She kindly invited me along and naturally, I was much obliged.
When I arrived there in the evening, the place was SO SKETCH. It’s about half a mile outside of Little Tokyo in a really seedy dodgy part of downtown. There were homeless people camping out (like legit had tents camping)(quick digression – how do homeless people comfortably tucked away in tents guard their shopping carts from covetous tentless neighbors??) everywhere in front of that super abandoned looking building – WTF.
So I parked in Little Tokyo and called my friend, who was running fashionably late. When I set out for downtown from the westside, I totally forgot to reset my watch to hipster time (my baddd).
Anyway when she and I finally both arrived, the event was great! The venue was in a loft with an impromptu stage, lots of low seating, home baked goods, PBR (of course), wine, various snacks, and a rooftop with a view of LA at night. The performances were each short; the spoken word I enjoyed the most, the singing, the least. Although not all of the performances were good, the audience was so intensely supportive, I somehow didn’t mind in the least.
Yes, those are $10 JC Penney zebra athletic shorts.