Preppy is the New Hipster

I think this is why growing up is so scary to me. Serving coffee and dessert. Relaxing on the weekends. Discussing IRA and investment accounts. Dave telling me over dishes that he is excited to go to bed, and me agreeing with him. Desperately clinging to the spontenatity of days gone by, I have decided to make a change. The research has begun, the "wheels"(oh god, cheesy puns are part of growing old, aren't they?) are turning.

Next change, single speed bicycle.

yeah.