These hipsters were standing in front of me getting lunch and they turned around and stared at me on my phone. I asked them if they were going to M.I.A. (obviously you are because you’re singlehandedly embodying every single hipster cliche) to which the nodded. They asked me if I was going and I replied that I was uncertain because I’d already seen her twice and I was kind of over it.
I’m pretty sure I blew her mind because she’d obviously never heard of M.I.A. pre-Kala and this was some sort of touchstone moment for her.
“But, but, but, why wouldn’t you want to go? I mean it would be like missing out on seeing The Beatles” she half-whined, half-spat at me.
“I don’t really care for The Beatles” I rebutted.
Her head basically exploded at this point and she told me that she couldn’t have this conversation with me right now (um, ditto).
That being said, I think I am going to go to the show after all, even if it means hanging hanging out with friends of friends thatI’m not really fond of.
