Saturday, May 30, 2009

Re-discovery and the Barista

I re-discovered my blog just recently. I was practicing the most narcissistic activity of googling myself when I noticed that I started this blog almost four years ago and promptly forgot about it. Busy me.
I miss writing about my goings-on, so here I am starting it up again.
At this point in my life, I am at a strange juncture. I feel very confident that I am moving in the direction of my dreams, however I am stuck in a quagmire of expectations. And love. More on that later.
So, poised on the precipice of success, I have no idea whether to jump, parachute, rappel, or slowly slither into the success waiting for me. This dilemma needs tending to.

A funny thing happened in Starbucks recently.

The Barista (coffee girl) gushing to her gal pal could not be ignored. Slyly facing my good ear towards the two blond beauties, I honed in on the topic of conversation: a man...

Barista: "I met someone."
Gal Pal: "Oh my GAWD! That is so like, totally, awesome!"
Barista: "Totally. He is so awesome. But there is one thing."
Gal Pal: "Oh my gosh, you have to tell me. What is it?"
Barista: "He is SOOOOOOOOOOO OLD!"
Gal Pal: "How old is he?"
Barista: "27."

...And I took my 30 year old ass and my good ear right on out of that conversation.
Until next time, good day and happy eavesdropping.