Wig Parties are...

...the new Sweater Party. Seriously, buying a wig is more of an investment nowadays than a purchase. Personally, I have a diversified portfolio of stocks, international stocks, bonds, and a couple of wigs.

At least this time we mixed it up and crawled down Broadway. We ended up at the Skylark Lounge, where there was a fairly diverse crowd. Some (extremely prototypical) hipsters walked in and asked me, [in a scoffing way]"Are you doing some sort of theme, or something?"

"Yup. We are all wearing matching black Cinelli hats and messenger bags. Its a hipster party!"

I think the three hipster/messenger amigos weren't happy with my witty comeback. One even bowed out his chest a little. Alas, one of the tatooed, horned rim glasses wearing, cutoff jorts sporting, Chuck Taylors wearing dudes realized that one of the wigged partygoers behind me was 6'10". So they sulked off to listen to the Mighty Mighty Bosstones sounding band.

At that point, I thought it would be a good time to grab a Kabob Sandwich from the new place nextdoor with the disco lights, Middle Eastern house music, and lack of customers and head home. Good kabob, though.