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Leah: And I would handle classical music. Well, I would probably handle everything pre-1900.

Stefan: Haha though I don't think I've heard music trivia before 1950.

Leah: Really? Huh...

Stefan: You have?

Leah: Well, I guess my experience is skewed since I played with hipsters.

Stefan: Haha where do you play hipster trivia?

Leah: At the Old Fashioned. And sometimes at Adam's house. You know, the kid with the mullet.

Stefan: Sorry, the correct answer was 'you've probably never heard of it.'

Leah: But you have heard of the Old Fashioned. I know you have. We were there. But you've probably never been there for trivia night.

Stefan: Yeah, I know. I was just saying the hipster response :-p

Leah: So was I. You've probably never heard of trivia at the Old Fashioned. No one has.

Stefan: Do they keep it secret, in the back, like an opium den? Those dens have great trivia.

Leah: As a matter of fact they do. It's so secret, not even the Old Fashioned knows the trivia game is going on. It's like totally meta.

Stefan: Wow, what's the prize?

Leah: One of Edgar Allan Poe's toenails and the ironic satisfaction of being proven better than a group of people who think they are better than everyone else. 

Stefan: Lol, the greatest prize of all. 

Leah: I didn't tell you that in hipster trivia there's only one question- what is the meaning of life?

Stefan: How long is the trivia?!?!

Leah: Well, I've been doing it for about three years now. Continuously. 

Stefan: And no end in sight.

Leah: I offered an answer last year but was told it needed to be more specific to be accepted. It also had to include organic food and boat shoes.

No aspect of this conversation has been altered, aside from Stefan's atrocious spelling/grammar.