So, I don’t come to this coffee shop all the time, but when I want to work for a while, it’s a good spot because you can get a pot of brewed tea and stick around for a while, which I mean I guess you can do at Starbucks because you can get refills on brewed tea for nothing if you have a card with rewards, but this place is quirky and has mango ceylon tea which is crack tea, in my opinion.
I love watching the people that come in here. Overall it’s easier to have a chat with people here than people that come into or work at Starbucks. This older man came in here about when I did, and he brought in some gorgeous flowers in a bud vase for the counter in the shop. He was telling the barista that they were from his garden, and someone nominated him for a local best garden competition. He is fit to be tied over global warming and how we have no rain and his garden is about to shrivel up, because city water doesn’t make his plants grow and only rain does, and I’ve heard Al Gore mentioned at least 4 times since I’ve been in here. Hilarious. I’m really tempted to ask where he lives so I can go see his garden, because the flowers he brought in are beautiful, and I love flowers and would love to eventually have a garden. You know, in all of my spare lawyer time.
Speaking of lawyer. I overheard the barista and another customer talk about law school, and she said she went to UK, and he said his friend was starting this fall. I flagged down the woman, and she graduated from UK in ’09. Hilarious part? She works in the exact area outside of Nashville where my boyfriend lived for a couple years. She also worked in bankruptcy for a little while, which is the area of my judicial externship starting the 18th. She was so nice and encouraging, and it made me feel a little less alone in all of this. She might never think of me again, but it was so great to talk to someone that was nice, knew what I’m going through, and is a relatively recent grad that’s doing well and enjoying what she does. I think she’s had about 3 different jobs (from what I could piece together) and then seems to want to stick with this one.
Then I just had an in depth discussion about all things Joss Whedon with the two baristas and the old man with the garden, who is now reading comics and drinking coffee. I barged into their conversation because I could not stand to be left out, and they probably didn’t think the girl in the flowery dress was a nerd. BUT I AM. SO JOSS STUFF. ALWAYS. We discussed Avengers, Cabin, Much Ado, Buffy, Firefly (and the one barista put a hand over his heart and sighed sadly when I brought that up, it’s like a universal sign of being a Browncoat), Wonder Woman, and the comics. Nerd happiness.
My birthday and Joss Whedon’s birthday is in two weeks. I’m just saying. Give me Louboutins or, if you can’t afford those, I also need seasons 5 and 6 of Psych on DVD.
I came in here to work, I’ve been here an hour and a half, and have done absolutely no work. Ugh, legal drafting.
