I question life.
I was questioning my life.
I questions my life.
Life is a question.
Life questions I have.
It had been a harsh weekend, and I found myself up at 11:00 am to meet my girl Kat H. Coffee. Bonding. Lady time. It all sounded so…difficult in my state. Once I got to Think, ordered my coffee, my Aranciata, and my Bagel with cream cheese and tomato, the fog started to lift. Just a bit. As I sat at my table, creating a wall of beverages (they have a pour your own water station), I noticed that I was in a great spot for people watching. Creeper liquid barrier and I had a grand old time watching various Europeans strutting from the Bowery Hotel to Soho for some inevitable shopping. Between bites of beautiful bagel, I peered at the old man writing furiously in his notebook. Every few minutes he would look up at me, and I would look away awkwardly. Sucks to get caught staring, am I right?
Luckily, the bagel, and the strong coffee began to lift me to an amazing pinnacle of creep. I started to stare unabashedly, while waiting for my counterpart. The rich, brown liquid coursed through my veins with such power that I could have had a staring contest with any one of the total strangers in the cafe. Good shit! The Loko hangover was quickly dissipating, and I felt like a brand new woman! One who could fully take advantage of an outing with a girlfriend. Giggling. Gushing. Raging. Saying inappropriate things at wholly inappropriate volumes.
Thank you, Think."
One of my biggest pastimes I’ve started to enjoy while living here has been to go on Yelp and see what people write about different establishments. Mainly to see if one of the many restaurants in a neighborhood I’m visiting for the first time has gotten people sick, and what the most praised meal is.
This particular post was very well done. Although if it were steak I wouldn’t eat it.