Dude. I live in New York City, in Prospect Park, Brooklyn. Tonight I did stand-up in the Lower East Side of Manhattan. When I do stand up there, I usually go and eat after at North Dumpling, which is a dumpling place on the edge of Chinatown on Essex Street. It’s near a bunch of rock and roll clubs that line the edge of Chinatown and cater to mostly white hipsters.
So I am there. And as usual, a bunch of other white hipsters, such as myself, are eating.
And I overheard a conversation from a table behind me.
There were three people, two ladies, and a dude.
The ladies were not bad-looking, average. However, you could tell that these ladies thought that they were possibly above average in the right company. But trust me, they were average. But the dude was hot though. He was legit hot. Tall. A shaggy mop of hair. Good posture. Handsome. Chiseled features.
Anyway, this hot guy and these two average yet confident ladies were talking art. They were talking about the movie Eyes Wide Shut. They were discussing scenes in the movie. One of the ladies even said that she once reenacted a Nicole Kidman outfit from the movie with a boyfriend.
But then the strangest thing happened. The three folks started talking about the fantasy of being a part of the Illuminti-type group in the…
