yuppies...yuppies in line

I was reminded of the yuppies anecdote tonight while I was perusing through twitter feeds. I'm not sure why some of my friends find the yuppies-in-line anecdote amusing, but I have to admit, it was fun times. It was almost as funny as the time someone's friend woke up in a ditch with their wallet in their mouth, when someone got the shets on the metro, when a pair of innocents were locked out all night in NYC, or when someone got so sick after a food party, they threw up racing stripes on the side of their car on their drive home. I digress.

Amie and I went to a happy hour...or something. It might have been the time that Mary wanted to go to a random house party where a number of bands were playing, one of which was a Smashing Pumpkins tribute band with a lead singer who looked JUST like Billy Corgan (Amie later told me that Billy Corgan was Mary's Andrew Bird). No, wait...it must have been a happy hour since I had gotten a little a lot tipsy. On the way home, we passed the Clarendon Ballroom where I spotted a long line of people. For some reason this annoyed me, and I rolled down the window and yelled to them,

"YUPPIES!!! YUPPIES IN LIIIIIIIIIIIINE!"

Drunk drive-by and then we went to IHOP.

So the next time you see a bunch of people in line for something preposterous, feel free to yell this, i.e., Georgetown Cupcakes. But I won't get started on that perversion of a dessert fad.