Don't take MY word for it

Jazzer's picture

For those of you who've been following my Hat drama over the past number of weeks who STILL don't believe that the hat is as fabulous as I say it is, listen to this story that just happened minutes ago:

I was on my way home from work. The Hat was sitting in the back of my car where it always does when in transit. I decided to go down to a coffee shop right by my house that's open 24 hours. Since it's a Friday, I knew that it was going to be rather busy, and that a lot of hip people were going to be there. I was looking forward to the eye candy that I would undoubtedly see, and to the cherry Italian soda I was going to get. :)

I got out of the car with my hat and coat on, and walked inside. When I got inside, I took off my hat, but left my coat on. I ordered my drink and paid. While I was waiting, I picked up the local gay rag here in Portland. Sometime between paying for my drink and picking up the paper, The Hat found Its way onto my head.

The atmosphere was actually quite cool: there were lots of people around, the music was playing (music that you'd expect to find in a trendy coffee shop), and I was happily reading about what's going on in the homo world here in Portland.

I noticed out of the corner of my eye someone standing next to me. I ignored him, because I thought he was going to order something at the counter or something. But I looked at him when he knelt before me, with his hands in a prayer position.

Puzzled, I looked at him. He went on this mini-tirade on how my Hat represents Catholicism (trust me kids, it doesn't), and how when he looks at it, it reminds him of Joseph, Mary, and Jesus. He was saying all this very loudly--but it seems that not everybody was listening. He went on for a couple of minutes telling me how great The Hat is (he DOES have a point, there), how much it made me seem like a divine creature, and all sorts of things like that.

Then he said, "Come here."

And before I could do anything about it, he reached over, placed his hands on my head, and kissed my left, then my right cheek, then he left.

Flattered and smiling, I took my drink (which was finished being made when this little incident ended) and left for home.

I tell ya kids, this Hat is something else. Not only is it changing my life, but it seems to be affecting other people's lives, as well. Who knows what'll happen this weekend with me and The Hat? Only time will tell, and you can be sure you'll hear about it here first!

Until next time, you kids behave yourselves!



adbak's picture


I gotta see a picture of It now.

michael1111ca's picture

Here, here!

At the very least, even if you don't have a picture of it, can you find a picture of it on the manufacturer's website? The pain of waiting to see the marvelous Hat is almost unbearable!!!