file under: regarding the waiter holding forth at brunch

1) we guessed him to be 23-25.
2) he was super-skinny and sported a vaguely jarmusch-like pompadour of brown hair.
3) his rockabilly gear was understated (black button-down shirt, dark jeans, modest star-shaped belt buckle, black van hi-tops instead of boots).
4) his voice was amazingly loud. like, amazingly. that yawpbox could drown out even the heartiest of table chatter.
5) he wanted to make sure everyone could see that he knew the words to the songs he liked, which he proved by singing them loudly just ahead of the song itself.
6) he was friendly, but in an overly-familiar way.
6.5) he put sunglasses on at some point (wayfarers, i think).
7) he draped himself uncomfortably in a chair from the bar and drank water for what must have been 20 or 30 minutes. we referred to this portion of our brunch as his poseathon.
8) he never brought us our check and bicycled away when the table of local musicians left.
9) the brunch was good, regardless.

[update: N tells me his belt buckle was not a star, but rather the hammer and sickle of the fallen soviet union. that must deserve at least +3 extra snazzy detail points.]