My friends A___ and P___ recently were featured on yet another kick-ass local blog. Once again, I'm presented with blatant hipster navel-gazing, and, once again, I'm totally won over by the fact that I recognized people. Not to mention I have no fashion sense, so The Minneapoline gives me an opportunity to see what I would be wearing (1) if I had money right now, (2) if I had the time to go out, thus caring what I looked like, and (3) if I could overcome my acute apathy and criminal lethargy and actually haul my lazy ass out of my room.
At any rate, my friends look fine (as in: "girl, you look fine"), and I feel a sudden burst of hip-ness, considering my friends--my friends(!)--got their pictures taken for looking good and being where the young and cool are supposed to be.
So, kudos, A___, P___, V___, that guy from that one meeting, and A___ ex-boyfriend who's name I have trouble remembering, and thank you. Without your coolness, I would have never been given the faint hope that I, too, might grace the pages of The Minneapoline, proving once and for all that everyone in high school and middle school were wrong. For my friends are cool, and, thus, by extension (or, more aptly, accidental reflection), I am a little bit cool. Suck it.
Lastly, if you, too, want to be in the right place at the right time, let me recommend to you the rocking event that A___ and P___ so glamorously crashed. It's called Too Much Love, and it's an all-ages, all night rock/dance party at First Ave. Plus, it's free if you have a college ID. Read about it here
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