I'm told that these are hipsters. Not just any hipsters, either, but New York hipsters, which makes them pretty much the hippest hipsters in hipland. And yet this entire tableau could just have easily emerged from a really fuckin' bitchin' Saturday night at the P.O. after "Power Hour", albeit without the ridiculously bad, expensive clothes and hair. The P.O. crowd, I mean.
This is why I'm retiring from nightlife.
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