I am tired. The corndogs were good and vegetarian corndogs(!) were available too. I saw an intoxicated, very attractive, young hipster woman take her underwear off without ever removing her jeans. Getting hundreds of people out of a bar at 3am is miserable business even when the crowd is mostly agreeable. Friends want special privileges. All people like to feel special. Meaningless markers of status and rank have amazing powers. It is possible to reason with some people. Others are unreasonable. The average band is depressingly average. Hearing a dozen bands in a few hours clearly demonstrates the musical bell curve. The hipster ecosystem evinces both continuity and change. Girls are pretty. The detritus of Corndogarama is banal and emits an unpleasant odor.
I am tired.
