It was my friend Ian’s birthday celebration today. He doesn’t officially turn 26 until the 18th, but we celebrated early.
I met him two years ago when I first started working for Celerity Consulting doing e-discovery litigation consulting. We traveled for a project in a team of four continuously for three months straight. Monday to Friday. You get to know people pretty well when you’re with them 18 hours a day, everyday, for 90 days.
I’m still really good friends with Ian, who was my team leader, and Casey, just a nuggetty co-worker in general.
They are both so hipster. I don’t know if “hipster” is solely a San Franciscan thing, but they are everywhere. I don’t even really know what a “hipster” is. Whenever I see flannel or plaid shirts, skinny jeans, and facial hair, I know the Ray Ban wayfarers, deep v-neck Ts, full sleeve tattoos, and longish weirdly cut hair isn’t far behind. I was engulfed in a sea of plaid at brunch.
First time at Zero Zero (Folsom between 4th and 5th), Ian’s girlfriend Sarah chose it, and it turned out to be a winner. All the boys basically ordered the same thing – chicken and waffles. They looked unbelievable.
I got the Nicoise salad which didn’t look like much, but it was pretty silky and luscious. Purple potatoes, olives, awesome cute little tomatoes. Pretty good. It didn’t look as sinful as the chicken and waffles so I was jealous, but oh well, I don’t eat meat.
It was a fun brunch. With a lot of crazy, strange and fun people. If all hipsters are like these folks, I think I kind of like them.Here I am with the birthday boy, obviously not wearing plaid. Surprise, surprise. Oh, don’t mind Ian. That’s how his face normally looks. (Also, ignore my hair, it hasn’t been washed for three days.)