Went out last night w/a group of friends–the bulldog, DJ, Fergie–and my roomie C and 2 other friends in the mission. As noted previously, we convened at my friends loft (the one Im housesitting) dressed in full hipster regalia. DJ cancelled all other plans to hang with us. The bulldog was excited all week. Fergie served as our tour guide. And C and company were totally game to getting roped in to our shenanigans.
After pre-partying at the loft, we set out for Taqueria Cancun, the quintessential hipster eatery. Walking there, we stumbled across a gang of hipsters that made us realize we were totally out of our league. All of us stared in amazement, practically gawking at how far above us they were. At the taqueria, I practically blew our cover when I referred to a beer as a “brewsky” rather than the hipster terminology: “bronson.” (we were studying the hipster guidebook glossary beforehand)
