You can meet 50 Marie Harf’s at any downtown hipster bowling alley/bar. She’ll be drinking a PBR and talking about her favorite British rugby team that she started following when she spent time abroad.
She’s the one drunk-dialing her ex-boyfriend and, when he doesn’t answer, having a weepfest on the shoulder of some guy who mistakenly thinks he is going to get laid. He’ll take a cab home and she’ll go home with the bouncer. Later her pics will show up on nekkidandpassedout.com.
She’ll swear off alcohol and start riding her $2000 bicycle to hookah places where she extols the virtues of paleo, Jamaica Blue Mountain, Sam Bush tribute bands, Linux Mint and flip phones.