Scenes from a coffee shop
(Previous installment here.)
Let me tell you, this place is bouncing tonight. Not like the other night, when I came here and someone actually had the AUDACITY to SHUSH me when the text-message sound on my cell phone went off. (It's like, ONE BEEP. And I was GONNA silence it, but I hadn't even SAT DOWN yet! Sheesh. Or, as I used to say when I was little, sheesh capeesh.)
Anyway. That night is not like this night. This night, there are people everywhere. I snag a nice little spot in the corner and, since nothing is more fun than people-watching and procrastinating, that's what I do.
There are three high school boys doing homework a few tables over. They're always here when I come. Tonight, though, they brought Gatorade to power them through their nightly trig assignment, which is a new touch. (Who knew, by the way, you could smuggle in your own Gatorade?)
One of them is wearing a red t-shirt that says: "Prom '08: SACRIFICE the frills but not the FUN!" OK. I get why "fun" is capitalized ... not so much the "sacrifice." I also don't really get why he's wearing a t-shirt for a prom that presumably hasn't happened yet. Is this like the new vintage?
After a minute or two, one of the boys breaks off from the other two so that he can sit closer to an outlet and plug in his computer. Apparently, though, he misses his buds. Every two seconds he turns around and giggles at them from across the room. It reminds me of a couple of lovesick 14-year-olds, which ... hey. Maybe they are. I'm not here to judge.
There are two tables of ponytailed and goateed guys playing this board game called Attica. I've never heard of it. I'm more of a Scrabble or Pop Culture Trivial Pursuit kind of girl. (And UNO! Never underestimate a good game of UNO.) Anyway, they are VERY into it, which strikes me as somewhat random, but hey, whatever.
OK, now one of the tables has packed up Attica and moved on to ... hmm. It starts with a U, but I can't read it from across the room. Ubonga? I SO need to put in a new pair of contacts. At any rate, these guys totally have, like, a little board game club! I think that's very cute, but I also think it's a little rude of them to hoard the tables by the electric outlets if they're not even going to use a computer. Just saying.
Daddy-daughter math homework! At least I hope that's his daughter. Otherwise ... creepy!
OK, we've got our couple on a date. They look very, very cute, like the kind of couple that met at, like, a poetry reading at some independent bookstore or an acoustic guitar night at some (much hipper) coffee shop. She worked very hard to look good without making it look like she worked hard to look good. You know what I mean? Her hair's freshly blown out, but simple. She's wearing glasses, but has on the shiny lip gloss. She's wearing a basic shirt and jeans, but has on trendy heels.
He, on the other hand, has a hole in his t-shirt and hasn't shaved in three days, but it also seems calculated in a way--he strikes me as the kind of guy who's very concerned with playing it cool. I think she's more into him than he is into her, but you know those boys who like to play it cool! They can be deceptive!
A guy in the corner is teaching himself how to read his palm. Should I go over and ask him to read mine? (He is not cute, so the answer to that is NO!)
Ohhhh, boy. A woman in the opposite corner, who's here with two friends, has just started crying. I have to say, she's a really great crier. She doesn't look bad at all. Me, on the other hand, I look terrible when I cry--eyes all bloodshot, nose all runny, face all red and puffy.
OK, she's crying harder now. I am dying, just DYING, to know what's going on. Actually, scratch that. I have no doubt it's about a man. The BASTARD!
One of the teenage boys just came over and shared half his strawberry smoothie with electric outlet boy, who is now ten kinds of giddy. Secret--or not so secret--looooovahs? Or just strawberry smoothie fans? The jury's still out.
Holy freaking crap, the daddy-daughter duo just walked by and, uh ... she's not his daughter. How do I know? Just trust me. I know. I am SO CREEPED OUT right now!