When I arrived at In The Venue I was not expecting to see a giant line around the block. The guys, decked out in ironically funny vintage t-shirts they had carefully selected from a thrift store, overly tight pants and loafers, battled for scenester status with the ladies, sporting undone hair, leggings or stretch pants, thrifted shirts and grandma shoes. I figured hipsters like this had become more miniscule after the siege of indie rock had calmed, but I was so wrong.