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Yuppies!

To wind up a bad week at work, on Friday night we went out to the Toronado with Carlos. I went to bed that night feeling really exhausted and a little sick. Well, I must’ve been really sick, because I went to bed at 1:00 AM, but didn’t wake up until 4:00 PM, with a humongous sinus infection. Even though by 9:00 PM I felt pretty much OK, I still decided that I didn’t want to go to the Toronado on Saturday night. I kind of feel bad about it because we like seeing Ian and all, but aside from me feeling sick, lately I just can’t take going in there on a Friday or a Saturday night with the huge crowds of people that just don’t belong there and do nothing but make me more tense than I already am. And it’s not just us, either. Recently I have seen more than a few regulars just give up and leave after one beer because these yuppies are just so sickmaking! I know I go on and on about how much I can’t stand them but for Christ’s sake! Must they invade every single nook and cranny of the planet? I mean, how much giggling and airheadedness and ear-splitting squealing do I have to listen to?

A few weeks back, when Robert was working on a Saturday night, he was telling us how he had walked past Kate’s Kitchen (a grungy, cash-only breakfast/brunch/lunch place in our neighborhood that has also unfortunately been infiltrated by the clueless wealthy) earlier in the day and said “I’ve never seen so many sweaters tied around peoples’ shoulders.” And we were like, “I know!” and I told him about a girl that I used to work with who literally had a different sweater tied around her shoulders ever single day of the week, and that she never, ever put the sweaters on. Then he said “Maybe they think they’re Super Yuppies” and put his arms out in front of him like Superman.

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