Where the hipsters are

So I found the place where all the hipsters congregated last night: at the Deli for The Glass/Augustine/Blair Combest show. It was fun to laugh at them, but you have to remember they are still people. (That keeps you from laughing too loud.) Of course, I missed Blair Combest because the show actually started on time (who'd have guessed?) but I really enjoyed Augustine. The Glass is good but a little louder than is entirely necessary. I actually wore a pair of earplugs the whole time, though, so this morning I can hear just fine. I love planning ahead. We also planned ahead & brought our own booze just in case the lines at the bar were horrendous, but then I found a very tall young man to get my drinks for me. (By young I only mean 3 years younger, but... still younger than I.) He looked like he could have been in Weezer but of course he was not---he was just wearing the glasses for effect. Weird for someone to wear contacts & fake glasses at the same time. Anyway, we headed to the Deli after a quick drink at dish, which was preceeded by a forgettable dinner at Rio Loco downtown (my dinner was fine---I had the tilapia---but no one else seemed impressed). The rest of the night was spent at the Lamplighter, always a place to go after a show. We went around 1:30 but the beer didn't follow the vodka & tequila very well. (I should have stuck with tequila, which always works with beer, but I didn't know we'd be going to a beer-only place late night. Again, planning ahead would have helped me out here.) And now it's back to reality (and more philosophy reading) for Serrabee. . . .