international towel day

Yesterday was International Towel Day, a tribute to the ingenious work of Douglas Adams. Of course I had to show my appreciation.

Turns out, though, that I was the only Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy fan out and about on this particular Saturday evening. I went to play boule at a bar in a park with a couple of friends. Boule is apparently the new hip thing to do. And hip people don’t read humouristic sci-fi. They wear skinny jeans and have beards. Afterwards, we went to another bar, the one next to the Slussen locks (funny, really, that in Seattle, the locks are this huge tourist attraction – and in Stockholm, they are where drunk people go to pee on a tunnel wall). It was totally crammed with people, everyone was smoking and you had to shout to be heard. Don’t get me wrong, I usually really like this place. Yesterday, though, no one was carrying a towel. And not a single person even acknowledged mine.

So I walked around with my towel, my unique fashion statement, feeling silly and so off. I need to find nerdier friends.

Or at least start haning out at the sci-fi book store more often.