i am an insufferable hipster douchedad
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."