A few weeks ago, on National Record Shop Appreciation Day, (or whatever they call it), I met up with my buddy Cash and we hung out at his place all day. He happens to live above Hymie's, a local Minneapolis record store.
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| Hymie's. Photo credit: C. Moore |
They put on some festivities with in-store shows and a street show too. My new favorite local band Night Moves played and we chilled out, opened the windows and enjoyed the scene from his gross boy apartment, complete with chairs whose cushions hide mouse poop underneath and secret disgusting things I can't discuss here and will pretend I didn't see.
And then I guess the boys got a little bored. So they decided to go Fishing for Hipsters, using a record as bait:
If you catch a Hipster, you have to remember to feed it vegan,-gluten-free-dairy-free sandwiches and give it plenty of Grainbelt Premium beer. Or Hamm's. Also acceptable: PBR. In a can.
why do boys like pranks?? And who's Cash. Misspelled? Cashy?
ReplyDeleteCash is Kasey. And, come to think of it, I don't know how to spell it? Kash? Cash? I'll have to ask Summer, she's the one who came up with it.
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