Current mood:tired but unwilling to sleep
At the show I was at tonight there were a number of boys wearing hand coverings with buckles and strings and bells and whistles. I was concerned for them because I saw them on the way to and from the washroom. I really wanted to ask how difficult it was to get those off because I wouldn't imagine they would do their business with them on. But some of them did look pretty drunk so I didn't want to get close enough to ask.
What self-respecting hipster would go to a ska show? Lucky I'm not a hipster. Or maybe unlucky. I think it's mainly in the hair. I've been studying them in their natural habitat. You know, the indie record store, the acceptable rock shows, hair salons, shoe stores... I enjoy consulting my Hipster Handbook to classify them as they surely classify me as a nerd when they see me, if they see me through their fringe (the new word for bangs). On Thursday night my friends and I tried to go to what we thought was a nerd show, but it wound up being a hipster show and half of us couldn't get in. It's a rough life when hipsters make it to shows earlier than nerds.
Have you seen the Pepto Bismol commercial featuring b-boys doing that little dance? It's... interesting. If, by interesting, you mean disturbing.
And is it wrong to want to see "The Ringer"? Because I really do.
Currently listening:
Casual
By The Shermans
Release date: 18 May, 2001
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