Evening - Williamsburg

I have seen just about as many peasant blouses and skinny jeans as I need to see. Though I did, at one point tonight, find myself in a too-well-lit neighborhood bar where everyone, including the bartender, had a Russian accent, the experience was almost negated by having to wade through the sea of awkwardly dressed, cigarette smoking twenty somethings. I'm sorry to be so damning, but I'm all pissy from getting irony spilled on me all night.