We're headed to Rochester for the Thanksgiving holiday tonight. While there are many things I'm looking forward to (look for tomorrow's post for a link to what those things may be), there are some very Rochester-specific items that are crowding my brain in happy anticipation:
1. The promise of a garbage plate
2. Coffee at Java's
3. Seeing friends I've met in elementary school, college, and in Jamestown but who all now live in Rochester
4. Second Storie Indie Market
5. Walking along Lake Ontario with the dogs
6. WBER.
Showing posts with label Java's (Joe). Show all posts
Showing posts with label Java's (Joe). Show all posts
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Sunday, August 02, 2009
Java Fix
Traveling
Saturday, May 09, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Expanding Fiction
I've been debating expanding a short piece of fiction I published here earlier this month. I rather like the characters, which is natural when you consider that a couple share characteristics with real life people. That can be dangerous too. This is a small community. As I commented to a friend earlier today, Chautauqua County is a bit like high school at times when you start playing connect the dots with who has dated, married, divorced, had children with, or is simply friends with.
Either way, there's a new character floating around in my head. Her name? I'm considering Gina. She's an amalgam of a girl I used to see around Java's Cafe during the mid 1990s and something imaginary. I would describe her as being in her upper 20s, dark hair that is about chin length and has swing to it, a kind of "it" girl personality. Men like her. She has no problem pulling more than one guy along on an outing to the bar. Women don't like her much, but the dislike is more born out of envy.
The scene I have her in right now is enjoying a night out with two friends, male of course. She's enjoying herself. All her drinks are taken care of. She's also playing the two men off each other, flirting heavily with one on her right while barely saying anything to the guy on the left. It smacks of Dorothy Parker. That's all I have right now. We'll see where it will go.
Either way, there's a new character floating around in my head. Her name? I'm considering Gina. She's an amalgam of a girl I used to see around Java's Cafe during the mid 1990s and something imaginary. I would describe her as being in her upper 20s, dark hair that is about chin length and has swing to it, a kind of "it" girl personality. Men like her. She has no problem pulling more than one guy along on an outing to the bar. Women don't like her much, but the dislike is more born out of envy.
The scene I have her in right now is enjoying a night out with two friends, male of course. She's enjoying herself. All her drinks are taken care of. She's also playing the two men off each other, flirting heavily with one on her right while barely saying anything to the guy on the left. It smacks of Dorothy Parker. That's all I have right now. We'll see where it will go.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Coffee Snobbery
When you consider this blog's name comes from a coffeehouse, you can assume I retain a smidge of coffee snobbery.
Generally, I share a disdain for chain coffee like Starbucks. But, as you can see from yesterday's post, I will venture into a store to try such delectable items that involve pumpkin. I get why Starbucks are popular. Even I found myself being mildly seduced by the mellow music playing over the sound system, the sleek furniture, the pleasant, readable font on their menu boards; and the feeling that I was in someplace you might find in a larger city rather than rural suburbia.
And to be more contradictory, I hold a special place in my heart for all things Tim Horton's. I love them even more now that our local chain carries the steeped tea. There's nothing better than being able to get a medium take-away cup of strong, black tea with real milk on a gray day.
Still though, I do like the familiarity of going into local coffeehouses and being greeted by name. I'm enough of a caffeine addict that there are three places in town I can go to and have this happen. One of my favorite moments was going into Ryder's Cup and Elise, the owner, knowing the drink I wanted and how I wanted it (chai made with soy milk and a shot of espresso) before I said much more than "Hello!" A more recent bit of happiness was going to Timothy's Cafe downtown and Tony giving me one look before saying, "You want a small chai." He was right. Of course, I think that Jeff at Labyrinth must be stalking my blog because while I'm in the middle of a pumpkin-craze, he's offering a pumpkin spice soy latte made with real pumpkin today.
Of course, I'll always whole-heartedly endorse people supporting their local caffeine-purveyors. It's really hard to duplicate the experience of patronizing a local coffeehouse and the product they offer when it comes to chains.
Generally, I share a disdain for chain coffee like Starbucks. But, as you can see from yesterday's post, I will venture into a store to try such delectable items that involve pumpkin. I get why Starbucks are popular. Even I found myself being mildly seduced by the mellow music playing over the sound system, the sleek furniture, the pleasant, readable font on their menu boards; and the feeling that I was in someplace you might find in a larger city rather than rural suburbia.
And to be more contradictory, I hold a special place in my heart for all things Tim Horton's. I love them even more now that our local chain carries the steeped tea. There's nothing better than being able to get a medium take-away cup of strong, black tea with real milk on a gray day.
Still though, I do like the familiarity of going into local coffeehouses and being greeted by name. I'm enough of a caffeine addict that there are three places in town I can go to and have this happen. One of my favorite moments was going into Ryder's Cup and Elise, the owner, knowing the drink I wanted and how I wanted it (chai made with soy milk and a shot of espresso) before I said much more than "Hello!" A more recent bit of happiness was going to Timothy's Cafe downtown and Tony giving me one look before saying, "You want a small chai." He was right. Of course, I think that Jeff at Labyrinth must be stalking my blog because while I'm in the middle of a pumpkin-craze, he's offering a pumpkin spice soy latte made with real pumpkin today.
Of course, I'll always whole-heartedly endorse people supporting their local caffeine-purveyors. It's really hard to duplicate the experience of patronizing a local coffeehouse and the product they offer when it comes to chains.
Friday, August 01, 2008
Drinks at Java's
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Last Day for a First Time
So it's the last day for a "sexography" post. I will admit I've had a lot of fun writing these just because it gave me permission to talk about a topic I generally avoid on this blog. To remind you all why I decided to take part, scroll a little to read below about RAINN and consider making a donation.
Now. My final sexography post.
The first time I had sex with a guy wasn't anything to brag about. Then again, I don't know too many people who had mind-blowing, virginity-erasing experiences. Feel free to leave a delicately-worded comment if you were one of the lucky ones. Anyway.
Earlier that night, I had presented my boyfriend with a note saying I was ready.
"A note? WTF? Were you 16???" you might ask incredulously. Uh. Yeah. I was.
After my boyfriend read the note, we went into the movie theatre to see "Jack The Bear." It was one of those uncomfortable movie dramas with Danny DeVito. Honestly, is any movie that he's in really comfortable?
Afterwards, we drove off in the April mist until my boyfriend parked his boat of a car in a dark parking lot of an apartment complex. We began our heavy make-out ritual that eventually led to me laying unclothed on the front seat with a steering wheel inches from my head. As I noticed a fuzzy glow around a street light, my boyfriend pushed through what was left of my virginity. I moved against him until I came to my senses and asked, "Do you have a condom?" His head dipped as he said no, pulling out.
I wouldn't say the second, third, or even tenth time were much better for me, but the boyfriend seemed to enjoy it. A couple years later, I found out a guy I trained to be a radio DJ, who also because a barista at the coffee shop this blog is named after, lived in that apartment complex. Sometimes I wonder if anyone ever stole a glance outside their window and saw us that night.
Now. My final sexography post.
The first time I had sex with a guy wasn't anything to brag about. Then again, I don't know too many people who had mind-blowing, virginity-erasing experiences. Feel free to leave a delicately-worded comment if you were one of the lucky ones. Anyway.
Earlier that night, I had presented my boyfriend with a note saying I was ready.
"A note? WTF? Were you 16???" you might ask incredulously. Uh. Yeah. I was.
After my boyfriend read the note, we went into the movie theatre to see "Jack The Bear." It was one of those uncomfortable movie dramas with Danny DeVito. Honestly, is any movie that he's in really comfortable?
Afterwards, we drove off in the April mist until my boyfriend parked his boat of a car in a dark parking lot of an apartment complex. We began our heavy make-out ritual that eventually led to me laying unclothed on the front seat with a steering wheel inches from my head. As I noticed a fuzzy glow around a street light, my boyfriend pushed through what was left of my virginity. I moved against him until I came to my senses and asked, "Do you have a condom?" His head dipped as he said no, pulling out.
I wouldn't say the second, third, or even tenth time were much better for me, but the boyfriend seemed to enjoy it. A couple years later, I found out a guy I trained to be a radio DJ, who also because a barista at the coffee shop this blog is named after, lived in that apartment complex. Sometimes I wonder if anyone ever stole a glance outside their window and saw us that night.
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Saturday, November 24, 2007
Now That It's Officially the Holiday Season
HT Princess Slea
1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? A mixture of both
2. Real tree or artificial? Artificial.
3. When do you put up the tree? Whenever Matt does it, otherwise we don't put up a tree. Don't tell my aunt, who buys me at least 3 ornaments every year for Christmas.
4. When do you take the tree down? If it actually gets put up, the goal is to get it down before the Super Bowl
5. Do you like eggnog? Yes!!!! Java's used to make a pretty good steamed variety.
6. What is your favorite gift received as a child? I really liked a magic set I got. It had secret compartments and all kinds of tricks.
7. Do you have a nativity scene? I think I have at least 2 nativity sets. That doesn't mean they get put out.
8. Hardest person to buy for? My uncles.
9. Easiest person to buy for? My mom
10. Worst Christmas gift ever received? I've blocked it from memory. I did get something that looked like a chin rest from a pen pal, but we never figured out what it was other than that he sewed it for me. It was more endearing than bad.
11. Mail or email Christmas card? I usually give the card with the gift.
12. Favorite Christmas Movie? A Christmas Story. Duh! As if there's any other Christmas movie??? Kidding. A Charlie Brown's Christmas gets high marks from me (on this Tuesday at 8pm).
13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? Whenever I remember that I need to do that. This year, I bought the first gift sometime in September.
14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? I don't believe so.
15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Cheese pierogis!
16. Clear lights or colored on the tree? I like both.
17. Favorite Christmas song?
18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? Travel to Buffalo
19. Can you name Santa's reindeers? Probably, but I'm not in the mood to try
20. Do you have an Angel on top or a star? I use an ornament of Winnie-the-Pooh hoisting Tigger up to put a star on top of the tree as my tree topper. If the tree gets up.
21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? My family opens its presents on Christmas Eve and then we open some more with Matt's family on Christmas Day.
22. Most annoying thing about this time of year? The grinch in me would say "the holiday" but I do like Christmas to a degree. I think it's the hustle the really annoys me.
1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? A mixture of both
2. Real tree or artificial? Artificial.
3. When do you put up the tree? Whenever Matt does it, otherwise we don't put up a tree. Don't tell my aunt, who buys me at least 3 ornaments every year for Christmas.
4. When do you take the tree down? If it actually gets put up, the goal is to get it down before the Super Bowl
5. Do you like eggnog? Yes!!!! Java's used to make a pretty good steamed variety.
6. What is your favorite gift received as a child? I really liked a magic set I got. It had secret compartments and all kinds of tricks.
7. Do you have a nativity scene? I think I have at least 2 nativity sets. That doesn't mean they get put out.
8. Hardest person to buy for? My uncles.
9. Easiest person to buy for? My mom
10. Worst Christmas gift ever received? I've blocked it from memory. I did get something that looked like a chin rest from a pen pal, but we never figured out what it was other than that he sewed it for me. It was more endearing than bad.
11. Mail or email Christmas card? I usually give the card with the gift.
12. Favorite Christmas Movie? A Christmas Story. Duh! As if there's any other Christmas movie??? Kidding. A Charlie Brown's Christmas gets high marks from me (on this Tuesday at 8pm).
13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? Whenever I remember that I need to do that. This year, I bought the first gift sometime in September.
14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? I don't believe so.
15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Cheese pierogis!
16. Clear lights or colored on the tree? I like both.
17. Favorite Christmas song?
18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? Travel to Buffalo
19. Can you name Santa's reindeers? Probably, but I'm not in the mood to try
20. Do you have an Angel on top or a star? I use an ornament of Winnie-the-Pooh hoisting Tigger up to put a star on top of the tree as my tree topper. If the tree gets up.
21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? My family opens its presents on Christmas Eve and then we open some more with Matt's family on Christmas Day.
22. Most annoying thing about this time of year? The grinch in me would say "the holiday" but I do like Christmas to a degree. I think it's the hustle the really annoys me.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Who Would Have Thought?
As we drank coffee at a cafe table outside Java's this morning, I my musings took on the form of a run-on sentence to Matt,
"If you had told me twelve and a half years ago that I would still be drinking coffee outside Java's, but no longer a Rochester resident, and would be recovering from post-wedding celebrations where Sean married Anne, where Karen Weller came as the wife of Mike Burns, that Heidi brought Ryan as her date, that Julie B. would be married and pregnant, that Sarah R. would have married the younger brother of another classmate, that most of the wedding was like one big IHS reunion, and that I would have married an out-of-towner and stayed in that out-of-town, well, that would have seemed completely crazy to me."
Matt looked at me for a moment, and added, "You forgot to say that you would instrumental in setting up the guy you were head over heels about your senior year in high school with one of your best friends, and that they would, 12 and a half years later, be married."
"That's exactly what I was getting at," I replied. "Isn't it great when everything turns out as it should?"
Congratulations to Sean and Anne for finally taking the plunge after 12 years of courtship!
"If you had told me twelve and a half years ago that I would still be drinking coffee outside Java's, but no longer a Rochester resident, and would be recovering from post-wedding celebrations where Sean married Anne, where Karen Weller came as the wife of Mike Burns, that Heidi brought Ryan as her date, that Julie B. would be married and pregnant, that Sarah R. would have married the younger brother of another classmate, that most of the wedding was like one big IHS reunion, and that I would have married an out-of-towner and stayed in that out-of-town, well, that would have seemed completely crazy to me."
Matt looked at me for a moment, and added, "You forgot to say that you would instrumental in setting up the guy you were head over heels about your senior year in high school with one of your best friends, and that they would, 12 and a half years later, be married."
"That's exactly what I was getting at," I replied. "Isn't it great when everything turns out as it should?"
Congratulations to Sean and Anne for finally taking the plunge after 12 years of courtship!
Thursday, August 04, 2005
The Coffeehouse that Sired a Blog
The coffeehouse that inspired this blog finally has a website. Even though I've hit a dry spell in visits to Rochester this year, I always try to make a stop by Java's Cafe for some of the best coffee I've ever tasted. Out of all the coffee shops I've frequented, Java's has the best coffee and best ambience.
Today's D&C has a review of this hot spot. I'm pretty sure the writer made a mistake though in saying that Mike Calabrese has been the owner of Java's since 1992, since I know that Joe Palozzi opened Java Joe's at the 16 Gibbs site in '92 and then sold it sometime in the late 1990s to Mike Calabrese. He still supplies the coffee though, hence why the coffee is still awesome.
Today's D&C has a review of this hot spot. I'm pretty sure the writer made a mistake though in saying that Mike Calabrese has been the owner of Java's since 1992, since I know that Joe Palozzi opened Java Joe's at the 16 Gibbs site in '92 and then sold it sometime in the late 1990s to Mike Calabrese. He still supplies the coffee though, hence why the coffee is still awesome.
Saturday, January 29, 2005
A Fresh Cuppa
Regular readers will notice that In Java, Literally... has been blessed with a new design. I have the lovely Cherry at Web Divas to thank. The inspiration for this template has been perking for awhile, and I was fortunate to find someone who was able to make it happen for me at a very reasonable price. Comments are welcome.
For those not in the know, the whole premise of this blog was inspired by Java's, formerly Java Joe's, in Rochester, NY where I spent many nights throughout high school and college drinking excellent coffee, having fantastic conversations with friends, listening to live music by whoever happened to drop by from neighboring Eastman School of Music, and scribbling down thoughts that often began with the play on words: "In Java, Literally..."
For those not in the know, the whole premise of this blog was inspired by Java's, formerly Java Joe's, in Rochester, NY where I spent many nights throughout high school and college drinking excellent coffee, having fantastic conversations with friends, listening to live music by whoever happened to drop by from neighboring Eastman School of Music, and scribbling down thoughts that often began with the play on words: "In Java, Literally..."
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
Where The Buzz Started..
I took a quick break to finally add a picture to my profile on the right. I took this picture in Java's back in May 2003 after seeing A Mighty Wind. I have many other older pictures from the original Java Joe's, but since our scanner needs to be stomped on and tossed out, I doubt I'll be uploading any of them any time soon.
Otherwise, my last note until tonight, perhaps, is to urge you to get out to vote if the party you're registered with has a primary today.
Otherwise, my last note until tonight, perhaps, is to urge you to get out to vote if the party you're registered with has a primary today.
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
3 Years And Counting...
While looking into some new ideas for tweaking my blog template (i.g. the new Archives menu), I realized that I've been blogging for over three years now. In fact, my Blog Birthday was this Saturday, June 26th. A big Happy Birthday to In Java, Literally..., especially when I consider how far this blog has come!
For those who haven't been reading from the start, I came up with the idea for this blog based on a series of journal entries I began writing in high school. I had been journaling since third grade and came with the idea to start off journal entries that I wrote in Java's (then known as Java Joe's) coffeehouse with "In Java, Literally..." I started reading blogs in June 2001, mainly not.so.soft and Jenny's first blog: jenny.blogspot.com, and thought I'd give this new Internet tool a whirl.
These three years have included national tragedies, weddings and engagements; changes in job situations, several passings of loved ones, home address changes, many mini-holidays and longer vacations, various elections, blog template changes, movies, music, and book obsessions; the birth of shoot-off blogs and friends creating their own blogs; some sad times, but overall, many happy moments; and a general growth in maturity that you hope comes with age and experience.
You can count on more of the same in the coming years, but hopefully it's as fun a ride, if not better, as it is now.
For those who haven't been reading from the start, I came up with the idea for this blog based on a series of journal entries I began writing in high school. I had been journaling since third grade and came with the idea to start off journal entries that I wrote in Java's (then known as Java Joe's) coffeehouse with "In Java, Literally..." I started reading blogs in June 2001, mainly not.so.soft and Jenny's first blog: jenny.blogspot.com, and thought I'd give this new Internet tool a whirl.
These three years have included national tragedies, weddings and engagements; changes in job situations, several passings of loved ones, home address changes, many mini-holidays and longer vacations, various elections, blog template changes, movies, music, and book obsessions; the birth of shoot-off blogs and friends creating their own blogs; some sad times, but overall, many happy moments; and a general growth in maturity that you hope comes with age and experience.
You can count on more of the same in the coming years, but hopefully it's as fun a ride, if not better, as it is now.
Friday, March 12, 2004
A Top Ten Tale of Two Cities...
It's hard to pass up a good idea for a blog. Now, courtesy of Shep, I find I must post a sort of top ten things I love about Jamestown and Rochester. Want to take bets on which one will be easier?
Rochester
1. My family and friends who live there
2. Lake Ontario and the Irondeqoit Bay Pier (general natural settings everywhere)
3. The Lilac Festival
4. Park Ave./East Ave./Monroe Ave.
5. The Clothesline Festival at the Memorial Art Gallery
6. The Best Coffee in the World at Java's on Gibbs Street
7. The cultural arts scene (Eastman School of Music, MAG, Geva, multiple arts festivals and all assortments)
8. Great restaurants (California Rollin', Tuscany's, Nick Tahoe's, Bill Grey's, The Parkside Diner, Sinbads, etc.)
9. Drive-ability. You can get anywhere in the metro area in about 30 minutes.
10. The Music Scene and..
11. The Little Theatre
Jamestown
1. Matt
2. Our friends (a lovely group)
3. Chautauqua Lake
4. The vast rural, rolling hills around us
5. The community of people (you always run into someone you know at Wegman's)
6. The variable pace (you can take it easy or go nuts with events, organizations, and activities)
7. Prices. Utilities cost isn't bad, housing is CHEAP, local restaurant prices are decent
8. Seasonal events like the Greek Festival, St. Patrick's Day event, the various Fall Festivals, I Love Lucy festivals, the Ice Castle Extravaganza, Fourth of July
9. The seasons and the extreme beauty they bring
10. There still being a few places I need to explore before I ever move away from here (Panama Rocks, the Wine Trail on Route 20, several restaurants, hiking one of the Overland Trails, attending an honest concert at Chautauqua Institution, and several other items).
Rochester
1. My family and friends who live there
2. Lake Ontario and the Irondeqoit Bay Pier (general natural settings everywhere)
3. The Lilac Festival
4. Park Ave./East Ave./Monroe Ave.
5. The Clothesline Festival at the Memorial Art Gallery
6. The Best Coffee in the World at Java's on Gibbs Street
7. The cultural arts scene (Eastman School of Music, MAG, Geva, multiple arts festivals and all assortments)
8. Great restaurants (California Rollin', Tuscany's, Nick Tahoe's, Bill Grey's, The Parkside Diner, Sinbads, etc.)
9. Drive-ability. You can get anywhere in the metro area in about 30 minutes.
10. The Music Scene and..
11. The Little Theatre
Jamestown
1. Matt
2. Our friends (a lovely group)
3. Chautauqua Lake
4. The vast rural, rolling hills around us
5. The community of people (you always run into someone you know at Wegman's)
6. The variable pace (you can take it easy or go nuts with events, organizations, and activities)
7. Prices. Utilities cost isn't bad, housing is CHEAP, local restaurant prices are decent
8. Seasonal events like the Greek Festival, St. Patrick's Day event, the various Fall Festivals, I Love Lucy festivals, the Ice Castle Extravaganza, Fourth of July
9. The seasons and the extreme beauty they bring
10. There still being a few places I need to explore before I ever move away from here (Panama Rocks, the Wine Trail on Route 20, several restaurants, hiking one of the Overland Trails, attending an honest concert at Chautauqua Institution, and several other items).
Friday, September 05, 2003
Hanging Up the Clothesline
I will be making my mostly annual trip to Rochester this weekend for the Clothesline Festival on Saturday. This year will be a bit different as I will be stopping first in Brockport tonight for EagleFest '03. I'm going for the music actually, and hopefully to connect with some friends. I'm hoping that since I came into work early today (by mistake) that I will be able to leave early, thus seeing part of my friend Darren's band, Veluxe, perform at the festival. Otherwise, I'll be all around this weekend I imagine. A trip to Rochester is starting to become incomplete if I don't catch a film at The Little and coffee at Java's. The only problem is that I really want to see at least four people while I'm in town (if not more). Let's see how much I can cram into one weekend!
Tuesday, July 08, 2003
Best Coffee in the World
I am beside myself in happiness. You may remember from previous entries how I generally snub all coffee except for that which comes from Java's in Rochester, NY (formerly known as Java Joe's). Well, you too can now enjoy this delightful coffee at Java Joe's Coffee Gifts website. Believe me.. once you taste this coffee you may never go back to that stuff you get in the grocery store.
Monday, May 19, 2003
Some Pictures On View
I have uploaded some various pictures to ImageStation that range from beach and family scenes from our trip to North Carolina to a shot of my table at Java's on my last trip to Rochester. I still need to upload pics from our Orlando and New Orleans trips. I'll get to it eventually!
Tuesday, May 13, 2003
In Java, Literally...
Written at Java's in Rochester, NY
May 9-10, 2003
Twenty-six to twenty-seven years. Still hanging out here.
I so miss eavesdropping here. Even on stupid " Can I borrow a cigarette?" conversations. Ach. And people watching. And striking up quick, random conversations with people at tables nearby. You don't even have to remember each other's name. It's a familiar anonymity. Total strangers will ask for chairs from your table, will ask if they can share a corner of your table. And if you see them around enough, soon you'll be sharing iced cappuccinos on hot summer evenings.
The things that binds you... hard to say. But there's the sense that you all love this place and always will no matter how jaded you try to be about it in your "advancing" years. That's why I come back. Plus, it's the only real coffee shop in this state or nation where I actually enjoy the coffee.
It's funny how a single sip reminds the tastebuds. They're playing The Smiths! "The suns shines.. oh I really don't know and I really don't care!" Tonight's prospects not as great. No "intellectual" buttoned-up types reading books in French tonight. Just the stogie smoking "regular" that begs to be called pathetic. I wonder if he's a bouncer for this place or if he's just so attached that he has become this place. Mmmm. Coming tonight was providence in terms of excellent music. SmithsSmithsSmiths. How I love that band.
Looking around the room and outside, I realize that I could have babysat most of the clientele. I catch one familiar face in the crowd. I don't know him and vice versa, but he's been around here awhile too. I want to run over to him, grab his hands and say, "When did it all change? When did we get older? How did we get stuck to this place while others moved onto god knows where? Where did the others go? Do they drink in bars now? Have they all moved away? Did they get married/become committed and unable to frequent the headiness of this place?" I keep coming back. I like the coffee.
It's funny. A bus load of prom goers have made a pit stop here. The kind of crowd I would have disliked in high school. I watched a couple walk by Mordecai Lipshutz (at least he looks like one of my favourite WXXI personalities); who just shook his head after they had passed. It's good not to forget what youth is like. Another part of me just hanging onto the past. But to look at them. That easy smile. That angst mixed in. You have to appreciate it. Even when they switch cds and put something on you don't even recognize.
I miss not having someone sitting at this small table with me. I miss having someone near enough to distract me from the fact that I am a 26 year old woman alone in this pulsing place filled with thin, pretty, young kids. Twenty-six is not too old. I'm just starting to feel it more.
May 9-10, 2003
Twenty-six to twenty-seven years. Still hanging out here.
I so miss eavesdropping here. Even on stupid " Can I borrow a cigarette?" conversations. Ach. And people watching. And striking up quick, random conversations with people at tables nearby. You don't even have to remember each other's name. It's a familiar anonymity. Total strangers will ask for chairs from your table, will ask if they can share a corner of your table. And if you see them around enough, soon you'll be sharing iced cappuccinos on hot summer evenings.
The things that binds you... hard to say. But there's the sense that you all love this place and always will no matter how jaded you try to be about it in your "advancing" years. That's why I come back. Plus, it's the only real coffee shop in this state or nation where I actually enjoy the coffee.
It's funny how a single sip reminds the tastebuds. They're playing The Smiths! "The suns shines.. oh I really don't know and I really don't care!" Tonight's prospects not as great. No "intellectual" buttoned-up types reading books in French tonight. Just the stogie smoking "regular" that begs to be called pathetic. I wonder if he's a bouncer for this place or if he's just so attached that he has become this place. Mmmm. Coming tonight was providence in terms of excellent music. SmithsSmithsSmiths. How I love that band.
Looking around the room and outside, I realize that I could have babysat most of the clientele. I catch one familiar face in the crowd. I don't know him and vice versa, but he's been around here awhile too. I want to run over to him, grab his hands and say, "When did it all change? When did we get older? How did we get stuck to this place while others moved onto god knows where? Where did the others go? Do they drink in bars now? Have they all moved away? Did they get married/become committed and unable to frequent the headiness of this place?" I keep coming back. I like the coffee.
It's funny. A bus load of prom goers have made a pit stop here. The kind of crowd I would have disliked in high school. I watched a couple walk by Mordecai Lipshutz (at least he looks like one of my favourite WXXI personalities); who just shook his head after they had passed. It's good not to forget what youth is like. Another part of me just hanging onto the past. But to look at them. That easy smile. That angst mixed in. You have to appreciate it. Even when they switch cds and put something on you don't even recognize.
I miss not having someone sitting at this small table with me. I miss having someone near enough to distract me from the fact that I am a 26 year old woman alone in this pulsing place filled with thin, pretty, young kids. Twenty-six is not too old. I'm just starting to feel it more.
Tuesday, April 15, 2003
Coffee Drinker's Prayer
Caffeine is my shepherd; I shall not doze.
It maketh me to wake in green pastures:
It leadeth me beyond the sleeping masses.
It restoreth my buzz:
It leadeth me in the paths of consciousness for its name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of addiction,
I will fear no Equal (tm):
For thou art with me; thy cream and thy sugar they comfort me.
Thou preparest a carafe before me in the presence of The Starbucks (tm) [replace with Java's]:
Thou anointest my day with pep; my mug runneth over.
Surely richness and taste shall follow me all the days of my life:
and I will dwell in the House of Mocha's forever.
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