When hipster-yuppies dare to dream, they dream of Lush. At Lush, you buy from the store's collection of beer and wine. Then, you drink the bottles in leather armchairs and order one of the spot's many cheeses, cured meats, or sandwiches.
It's strange, this paradox of lifestyles. But I love it. Because I'm neither nor. I'm going to ride my 400-dollar bike to the free yoga and meditate the day away with the drum circle crowd and a two-headed turtle.