Knickers....and Birthday Suits

Sometime after my third plate of barbecued tofu, just before having my chakras aligned, I experienced harmonic convergence. I spied this cookbook, displayed prominently in a California New Age bookstore. A sign from The Universe, undoubtedly: it was time for this fashion anthropologist to go home.

Ah the synchronicity! Despite my two week absence, my regular Friday night seat at Terra was still available.
Then, one table over, this Southern lad was marking his birthday in what he tells me is the Clinton, SC tradition—by wearing an old man’s plaid shirt and putting underwear on his head. The reading glasses are from Terra’s stash, which they keep behind the bar.

Knickers on the noggin, with a side of bourbon? Beats the trousers off guided meditation and wheatgrass juice.