To watch the game, Celeste and I went to a bar in Williamsburg. Like many trips to Williamsburg, I killed two birds with one stone. 1: do whatever I needed to do in Williamsburg, in this case watch the game. 2: see millennials in their natural habitat.
Today was no exception. I think, honestly, there may have been seven people in the bar without mustaches, women included (and I’m counting Celeste and I). Williamsburg does it again.
In an act of rebellion, I’ve decided to root for Morocco tomorrow. Id like to say it was a tough
decision but it wasn’t.
Here are my reasons
France won last year
I live in a French neighborhood, I like to diverge from the herd
A lot of people I follow on instagram support France, and post about it
Morocco is way cooler
That’s all. Plus, my mom agrees. (This is to disprove Lola, who said I would be the only person in Carroll Gardens hoping for France to lose).
I want to walk on Court street and feel the crushing grief of my neighbors, thank you.
I’ll sleep on it. (No I won't)
-Violet
PS: don't ask who the soccer player is on the cover. It was one of the first things to pop up when I searched 'soccer' on Wix.
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