I walked into the room and immediately felt like a dickhead. (Which honestly, is not that unusual). I was the only one not in Coachella garb or wearing Native America inspired face paint. There was a person (I assume) on the stage wearing something close to what I think a lightning god would wear if he was spinning records. The thing was halfway through his set I guess the electricity went out for a second and everything skipped. I guess he needs to work on his spin skills (if that is even a thing). Needless to say I was the sore-thumb-basic-late-20's dude hanging by the bar...with a backpack on...in a club. I looked awesome.
One of my best friends is a DJ and I am very proud of him