I recently overheard a workplace conversation between two hipsters. They were discussing their weekend plans with their young children. One said they were going to the aquarium. Now, to me the aquarium is a glass rectangle, sitting on a shelf, containing cloudy water, tinted rocks, plastic seaweed and five impossibly colored, fingernail-size fish with an average life expectancy of fifty-six hours. I guess things have changed.
Going To A Rock Show … Keepin’ The Ticket Stub
