My Hat
Even though the Royals have continuously let me down, my navy blue Royals hat never has. This hat has been all over with me. I bought it shortly after I got back from california to replace my LA Dodgers hat (which I had bought to try to look more like a local in L.A.).
Since my hat has been on many journeys. So many in fact that I can’t list them all here. But I do have some special moments I would like to share with the world…
One of the most amazing views my hat has ever seen was on the top of the South Sister mountain in Oregon. It was one of the toughest climbs of my life and my hat was there to see it all. Without it, my super sunburned neck would have had a sunburned forehead to match! My hat also made the climb up Mt. Yale last year as well. At over 14,000 feet, it is definitely the highest point my hat has ever traveled!
Another interesting place my hat has been is a little closer to home, but one could argue that the view was equal to the breathtaking views of the mountains. At my little brother’s bachelor party, we made our way to a local strip club. Now I found myself very uncomfortable in that setting and ended up striking up a conversation with one of the only clothed girls in the place, our waitress. She was doing her part to earn her tips and I was being my usual geeky self by finding all the off the cuff topics I could come up with to make myself more comfortable. So I started to talk about baseball, a topic our waitress seemed to know a bit about. As we talked my hat soon ended up on her head and was bouncing around the room to my chagrin. I soon lost track and as we were getting ready to leave had resigned myself to the loss of my hat. That was until one of my brother’s friends stumbles out of the “lap dance room”. As the door opened, I caught a glimpse of my hat sitting on a chair. Now admittedly part of me was a bit grossed out at the location of my hat, but the other part of me was convinced a run through the washing machine would cure any icky feelings I had. I mean I already let a chick who spent most of the night trying to get me to pay her to go topless wear the hat, so I was already living in it. So it turns out it is frowned upon to barge into the lap dance room without an escort, I did just that to rescue my little hat. He was safe and I made it out unscathed.
Now that I have told the strip club story, it is only appropriate that I mention that I was wearing this hat on one of Cara and I’s first dates. The night ended up at one of her friend’s house and eventually Cara was wearing the hat and looking super cute doing it! I knew then and there that she was someone I wanted to stick around, just so long as she didn’t take my hat into a lap dance! haha. Maybe my hat is like that sorting hat in the Harry Potter books, it knows who is good and bad.
The other day I was thinking about my hat and how long I have had it. I am actually quite surprised it has held up this long. I promise that I will keep it for as long as I can and share more adventures as they come up and when the time comes to replace the old standard, I just hope that the next one gets to embark on the same types of experiences that this hat has!
