That thing served me well, and I hate to see it go. Todd, Vince, and I have been on the Pan Panamerican Road Trip for the past two weeks or so. We've been spending a lot of time in the Panamanian Highlands, where it's unbelievably windy. After chasing the hat down the road a couple times, I stopped wearing it so diligently.
And that's how I didn't notice when I left it in a hostel. I called a couple days later, realizing the hat's probable fate, and was told that he had seen it the day before, but that it was gone now.
I left my number, but it's been a few days. The hat is gone.
I forget exactly when I got the hat, but I think it was late 2005. That means I've worn it almost every day for over three years. It held up remarkably well, despite being coming around the world with me and going through just about every climate you can imagine.
By the end a lot of sequins had faded, many of them were so dirty that my attempts to clean the thing were in vain, and a bunch of them had fallen off. The hat was a bit of a disaster, but I was clinging on until the bitter end.
I started off wearing it because it was a cool pickup gimmick, kept wearing it because I really liked it, and then couldn't stop wearing it because it made me very easy to recognize.
Being easy to recognize was great. First, it meant that anyone who read my blog could spot me. My blog isn't super popular, but on the occasions it happened it was fun to talk to a reader.
More importantly, people in businesses would recognize me, and I would become a "regular" much faster. For example, as soon as I walked into Karaoke this year in Panama City, one of the employees remembered seeing me at Carnaval last year.
So anyway, I'm sad to see it go.
I haven't decided what to replace it with yet. Here are my options, maybe you can weigh in with your opinion:
That's that. The hat got a lot of criticism (which seems pointless to me), so maybe some people are secretly glad it's gone. My mom would be in that category, minus the secret part.
Perhaps you should do like the gent, Don Francisco, on Sabado Gigante and wear different crazy hats. Wear one for a few days/weeks, take a few pics, post the pics and then give it to a lucky person, perhaps you could have a contest for your readers.
Best of luck in the hunt for a new hat!
thats really tragic news. it was phenomenal, but i think my advice is to wait. getting the same hat again will never be the same, regardless of how much you hope it will. i think over time youll find something and know it will be right
for myself I love the panama hat, I want the Panama West style... but its an investment for sure at those prices!
you should do something even more outlandish than the sequins and stars, but dont force it, just like you stumbled upon the previous hat, the universe will undoubtably give you the opportunity to buy another accessory even better at some point in time.
You strike me as a person that could do anything. Why not find a hat that fits you (as someone above mentioned), and then learn how to attach the sequins on there yourself.
How hard could it possibly be???
The Legend of the Sparkly Hat
Anyone who has seen me in real life, seen pictures, or realized that the awesome cartoon at the top of this page is me, knows that I wear a sparkly hat almost all the time.
One day I a friend called to see if I wanted to check out "First Thursday". It's a monthly event here in Austin where the stores on South Congress stay open late and serve beer. Since none of them have a liquor license, they give away the alcohol for free.
Go to your local bar, the one that is open the latest, or the dive closest to you neighborhood, and arrive about 45 minutes right before last call. If you're a semi-regular customer, you'll have encountered a lot of interesting people at this point. Especially if you live in a series of small "rural" cities AND you've gone to several of the (only) local bars. Sat next to a local pizza driver, not horrible (maturity level) for an almost 30yr old male in these parts. Across the bar sat a guy, whom we recognize, most especially remembered for his vomit breath and mad desire to dance dance dance. Said vomit breath was talking about being "taken advantage of" by the bi-male who was their with his mix gendered friends. Said vomit breath was quite intoxicated. Some how, this makes me feel a little better about my life. I partake of the local bar scene not because that is where I want to meet people for adding to my social circle (not even for one night stands). I go because it's pretty much the only place still open at that time of the night in which I can hang out with my other friends. My very few friends. Yes. I am a hermit. Don't ask me why. It's too long and complicated. Follow this if you're really (bored) interested and it should reveal itself to you. So, what makes me actually feel better about my life is a conundrum. Is it because I have just enough to frustrate me in my life, that makes me feel like an adult, but not enough to need to drink to fuzz it out? I have had my sorrows, but have learned to be stronger because of them, never needing alcohol as a tool? Is it because I have enough self respect to not be sloppy drunk in public? I have self control issues? Maybe I'll think about when I wake up for the day, if it ever decides to cross my mind again. Knowing how often I visit a bar... It probably will.