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I get to the back of the line at the Triple Rock shortly before the doors are supposed to open and immediately notice something: I’m easily the youngest person there. Ah well, at least I look really sophisticated and mature for my age now, right? (Riiight…) When I envisioned myself seeing Vampire Weekend, I pictured myself surrounded by 21 year old hipster girls with bug-eyed, non-prescription glasses and American Apparel neon colored tights; much like every night of mine (surrounded by girls). However, that crowd is surprisingly absent, and in its place is a mix of people in their mid-twenties to early-thirties wearing pant-suits and top hats (ok, so maybe I’m exaggerating a bit lot).