Cool and uncool

Is it really (as in super) uncool to talk about how Paul Shandley should be cut some slack as part of your old-guy-in-need-of-a good-fuck acoustic music schtick, or am I the uncool one here?

Is it cool to talk to a guy named Hayes? Kicked out of naval academy? Who notices sunflowers? Loved Amanda's grandmother? And is the same age as BenC?

Is it cool to ask the waitress if she'll send Dan over to the table?

Is it cool to make plans to drink with our bartender/waitress person?

Is it cool to arrange for fiddle lessons with violin guy while husbands are at Social Distortion?

Is it cool to call Mike on cell phone, in bar, and ask him to come and ward off creepy guys?

Is it cool to be subtle? Not so subtle?

Is it cool to buy hot nuts from the hot nut machine?

Is it cool to wear a sparkle shirt? That's brown?

Is it cool to use the word cool? Or is hip the cool word?

Is it cool to have this much fun blogging?

It's probably not cool to ask what's cool and what's not cool.

Does it matter?

I know it's not cool to do the fuck face as much as fly does.

It is definitely cool to buy a drink for a mother of an eight-month-old who had had her "worst day ever." And even cooler when she kisses Amanda on the forehead and leaves the bar happy instead of crying, which is how we found her, seated at our corner table, when we arrived.