Contrasting with the rhythm of my brisk nyc walking pace, I alternated my head back and forth like a tennis spectator in slow motion. As any person who likes to gaze into a sunset and philosophize, I was, "people watching." I did a double take as I walked by a little store with a group of people playing chess, all in a row like the people you see crouched over in a nail salon. I thought, wow, I really love NYC. Such novel concepts--from bocce ball bars to, "chess salons." Perhaps this is something that is culturally catching on. Chess playing is cool! After all, i did just play chess with my dad when the power was out for days during the recent northeast October snowstorm. But ya know, this is cool happening in front of me, before we can make it cool and say it's cool. I didn't see any immediate evidence of what people call "hipster" at this little chess salon, but perhaps this was the new anti-hipster-hipster hangout, one that appeared popular among women. My analysis escalated as I contemplated the modern female woman and the logistics of how this neat place acquired revenue. There was likely a creative "hook" involved, like a beauty product prize or martini bar. This would produce an oximoronic or perhaps ironic sense of girliness as these female clichés combine with the game. And then, just as my brain was skipping along with excitement about the entrepreneurial possibilities I imagined, I realized it WAS a nail salon. No chess board. No chess figurines. Just little nail polish paints. Just girls getting their nails done near 53rd and First Ave.
Hi my name is S(h)ara, and I am an overly analytical girl. Now, who's down for a game of chess and a dirty martini?
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