A hearty, wholesome and home-cooked thank you to everyone's encouragement on the last post. It was by no means the last post ever on Hipster Musings, just an exploration and explanation of how I feel right now. I'll keep chugging away for now and see where the wind takes this little train. Your comments, playing violin and certain people truly keep me sane. I've baked you all cyber brownies and will try not to be bitter about not looking like this or getting as many comments as this.
-Anonymous comments are now allowed, but I reserve the right to revoke this in case of incessant spam.
-Perhaps candid pictures will be posted more frequently, but it might be hard since I'm not exactly a regular on the party circuit. Unless you count the Rattlesnake...
For the first order of business, I would like to discuss yuppies.
Yuppies are awful people. They make lots of money, have no kids and eat at expensive restaurants. I waited on a table of 6 yuppies last night, and it made me sad to be human.
-two non-descript yuppies wearing black framed glasses (male and female)
-a French Damien Hirst lookalike named Frederic, who kept swirling his wine and then sniffing it.
-A gorgeous but anorexic blonde woman who barely touched her Coq au Vin and said things like ‘its good to deprive yourself of certain things, because then you remember how much you miss them.” It was painfully obvious she was talking about food.
-An unshaven neurotic man who probably hasn’t slept for days. It figures that he ordered an espresso at 9:30 p.m.
-A chubby ‘Everybody Loves Raymond’ type, who came an hour later than everyone else. Is the comic relief without trying. Not saying that “Everybody Loves Raymond’ is actually funny, just that this guy was so sad to look at you had to laugh.
The meal for all six came to a cool $400. I think they split the bill.
The reason behind this yuppie tirade is: I hate rich people. I never want to be rich, because I’d just end up as a yuppie asshole who drank too much wine and said things like “I usually only eat sushi”, “I won’t see you until Okanagan [Valley]” or “let’s party old school”. Those quotes are dead serious, too.