Disco and Mint Green Suits
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Ever since the 5th grade, I've been a sucker for Disco and funky dance music. I can't remember the name of my music teacher, but she turned us on to the Saturday Night Fever album. It was during our study of Beethoven, and she was wisely trying to bring pop culture into the conversation in order to make the subject relatable. The soundtrack contained a lively disco instrumental of Beethoven's Fifth, and it was pretty good, but I was really interested when she played a little bit of the other tracks.
Speaking of funky, Tarynn and I saw the funkiest old man as we were walking into Duffy's this morning. He was walking in ahead of us, decked out in in mint green from hat to foot, the whole package wrapped up in a full length, white fur coat. If I had to guess, I would say it was rabbit fur. "Now that's pimp," I said to her.
I didn't want to stare but I really wanted to study the details, down to his belt. "Maybe you should ask to take a picture with him," Tarynn suggested. I would have liked to, but he was a older black gentleman and I didn't know how he would interpret it. While it's true that he did look like the stereotypical pimp from the 70's movie Superfly, I was actually in awe and impressed by his personal sense of style. I wanted to strike up a conversation, but what if he thought I was making fun of him?
While waiting in line to pay for our breakfast I decided to say hello. I moseyed up to him. He was sitting alone at a table for two, a plate of eggs and toast in front of him, his fork halfway to his mouth when I said, "How you doing?" His eyes looked up, a bit startled I think. Up close I could tell he was older than I initially thought, maybe 70 or 80 years of age. "Hey, I wanted to tell you that I really like your mint green suit. That's really sharp," I said. He nodded to acknowledge me and I retreated awkwardly back to the pay line.
And that was it.
http://open.spotify.com/track/7cXF6ZVxPFfIaTuHkfit7U
Ever since the 5th grade, I've been a sucker for Disco and funky dance music. I can't remember the name of my music teacher, but she turned us on to the Saturday Night Fever album. It was during our study of Beethoven, and she was wisely trying to bring pop culture into the conversation in order to make the subject relatable. The soundtrack contained a lively disco instrumental of Beethoven's Fifth, and it was pretty good, but I was really interested when she played a little bit of the other tracks.
Speaking of funky, Tarynn and I saw the funkiest old man as we were walking into Duffy's this morning. He was walking in ahead of us, decked out in in mint green from hat to foot, the whole package wrapped up in a full length, white fur coat. If I had to guess, I would say it was rabbit fur. "Now that's pimp," I said to her.
I didn't want to stare but I really wanted to study the details, down to his belt. "Maybe you should ask to take a picture with him," Tarynn suggested. I would have liked to, but he was a older black gentleman and I didn't know how he would interpret it. While it's true that he did look like the stereotypical pimp from the 70's movie Superfly, I was actually in awe and impressed by his personal sense of style. I wanted to strike up a conversation, but what if he thought I was making fun of him?
While waiting in line to pay for our breakfast I decided to say hello. I moseyed up to him. He was sitting alone at a table for two, a plate of eggs and toast in front of him, his fork halfway to his mouth when I said, "How you doing?" His eyes looked up, a bit startled I think. Up close I could tell he was older than I initially thought, maybe 70 or 80 years of age. "Hey, I wanted to tell you that I really like your mint green suit. That's really sharp," I said. He nodded to acknowledge me and I retreated awkwardly back to the pay line.
And that was it.
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