Musicians are the neatest

Last week, I went to an Iron & Wine concert in Brooklyn. After the show, I met Sam Beam! I met Sam Beam! Wheee!

Tristan is acquainted with the frontman of Califone, who were one of the opening acts for the I&W show. So he gave Tim Rutili a call after the concert, Tim came and greeted us, we awkwardly followed him around like puppies, and then we turned a corner and there was Sam Beam, the man behind Iron & Wine.

I think my heart may have stopped for just a second, and then I started feeling all nervous. I have no idea why, other than the theory I have that my nervous system conspires to make me look like an idiot as often as possible. I shook Sam Beam's hand and said that it was a wonderful concert, and I know I babbled some other useless stuff, and he kindly asked my name and then followed suit with Tristan and his college chum Jon.

Oh how I wish I could be eloquent and laid back in situations like that, but, well, that's just not me.

Your legs can be hip, too.

Oh for God's sake, leggings are back? Seriously? Yeah yeah, I noticed their reappearance months ago. I'll even admit that I've considered that I can wear some under a miniskirt and get another season out of my summer wardrobe, and I really might do that. But I'll also tell you that the leggings I am considering wearing under said miniskirt are a pair that I've had since I was 9 years old. (Let me tell you, leggings stretch.) Well, maybe I was 12 or 13, but I really don't remember, because I got them and then hardly ever wore them, because leggings are dumb.

I didn't realize how prevalent they were becoming again until I logged on to American Eagle's website and saw leggings linked with pants in their own category. Skirts, shirts & camis, and pants & leggings.

Pants & leggings.

Who the hell thought it would be a good idea to bring the 80s back? The 80s were a horrible, hideous fashion period, and we all have photos to prove it. Last year skinny jeans came back, and now we've got pants up to the belly button, wide belts, and ugly-ass hardware-covered handbags. Are banana clips and oversized t-shirts next? Or those strange little plastic discs that you pulled your oversized t-shirt through to cinch it at waist-level for date night? Jeans folded airtight over ankles? Dear God... acid wash?

I guess the good news is that as soon as this 80s-retro phase is over, we'll be headed for plaid flannel and Doc Martens again. And I totally didn't get enough of the Sloppy Grunge the first time around.