There is no better place to people watch than at these free Twilight oncerts (every Thursday night through Aug. 26th). The crowd is mostly hipster (rolled up skinny jeans or jorts, tom's shoes, tank tops, occipital-warming beanies, lens-less glasses) in nature with the occasional genuine hippie (bra-less, dreadlocked, dirty, smelly, shoes optional).
my brother, a semi-hipster
South Park's "Aging hippie liberal douche"
My favorite person to watch at these concerts, however, is actually the normal-looking dude bro who has never even heard of (insert underground indie buzzband).* Looking very uncomfortable, he awkwardly stands in his douchebag way, chest pushed out, arms folded, trucker hat cocked to one side, completely alienated. The hipsters would rather die a thousand deaths than be seen associating with a guy wearing Volcom (like, whatthef__? why is he here ruining our chill alt vibe?* why doesn't he go to a yellowcard concert or something?) and the dude bro would rather gouge his eyes out than abide the ripe stench of a tree-hugging rasta-hippie (shit man! that granola chick stinks! and she's got hairy legs!).
I nearly forgot to mention the other good thing about these concerts, the contact high.
