i mean

doesn't it just look ... right?

the tiara debuted on friday's first annual i heart williamsburg apartment crawl, where stops were made on a strict schedule. a park sloper, a bronx kid and even a manhattanite or two joined in on the fun.

7pm: Cuba Libre, AG & MB
8pm: Viva Mexico, C
9pm: Koreatown, yours truly
10pm: Opa!, AE & AP
11pm: White trash, Y & AB

i only made it to three stops and it was enough to do me in for the rest of the night. but i did get to wear a tiara, and i got everybody to shoot soju after they'd already had mojitos and margaritas, AND, i got to drink a natty light plucked from a bathtub, so i think the evening was a success.

fast forward to saturday night. i am in philly, and after a long lazy dinner, GT and i find ourselves in the square face to face with one of the many fashion disasters that wanders the streets of philadelphia. C, consider this your first submission. this nice young man was wearing a shiny satin shirt with some crazy ass disco paisley pink crap all over it, paired with kinda sheer white pants and brown leather mandals while sipping $9 martinis in rittenhouse square. mind you ... we are in the upper west side of philadelphia. the lincoln park of philadelphia. the brooklyn heights of philadelphia. i'm not sure that it's ever okay to wear this item of clothing, but it is especially not okay in such a conservative, wonderbread neighborhood. wait. i take that back. i am most definitely one hundred percent certain with a big fat pile of prize money on top that it is not okay for this shiny shirted man to be out in public, anywhere. go home and dance under your black light, you disaster of a throwback.

i seem to have a lot of opinions lately, hunh.

anyways, back to the tiara. i admit i have taken quite a shine to it. i was surrounded by princesses growing up, so much so that the term "jap" never even really seemed like an insult. my sister even took to calling me "kap" when i hit my particularly snotty puberty. now, of course, i understand that "korean american princess" is perhaps not the most affectionate of titles, but given my other nicknames at the time — "dheji" (korean for "pig") was my parents choice term of endearment, while my sister called me "pee-pee head" until i graduated from high school — "kap" didn't seem so bad.

i mean ... seriously. i have a friggin tiara! yeah really!