i am an insufferable hipster douchedad

exhibit A: guess who's going to see the White Stripes at the Garden tonight? (hint: first he's going to swing through the river to river fest to catch the Carolina Chocolate Drops)

exhibit B: i look forward to a good teabagging. oooooolong!

exhibit C (an UPDATE): boy is my face red. here's extra-persuasive proof that i'm a douche (as if you needed any more): so i get to madison square garden at about 9:30 with a friend. we traipse over to will call where our tickets are waiting. everything was ominously quiet ... suspiciously closed. hmm. very fishy. no hot rocker chicks lingering about, no funny concert smells. no nothing, actually. we do a full lap of the garden, ultimately finding a media entrance. i peek in, there's a security guard on the phone. i'm all "um, where's the will call?" he's all "closed." i'm like "well we have tickets for the white stripes--they're supposed to be playing here." he goes " uh yeah. they did. yesterday."

oops.