Went to Denny's this evening with Aaron. After having that dream the other night about killing Jane, I thought I owed her a little tribute. So, at Denny's, I had a Jane-inspired meal: an English muffin, a side of bacon, and a piece of chocolate pie.
Now, every time I'm in a Denny's, I can't help but recall Jane's strange habit or ordering a bizarre selection of totally unrelated food. I figured if I ordered a bunch of weird stuff, that would make up for letting her die in my dream. All my love, Jane; I wouldn't intentionally get this kind of stomach-ache for just anybody.
Spent most of the evening with Aaron, discussing what a bizarre friendship we have:
"Aaron, dude, do you realize that, with most best friends, like, the rites of passage are things like prom night, and spring vacations to Cancun?"
"Um... yeah?"
"And dude... ours are stuff like... like the time we picked bottles and cans out of garbage cans so we could get coffee at Denny's?"
"Hah! Yeah! We're weird!"
"And stuff like going to Oneonta and getting hit on by that waiter?"
"Yeah!"
"Dude, we ARE weird."
It's good to have friends like Aaron.
Such a neat guestbook entry this evening! The owner of the Santa Fe Baking Company, a coffeehouse I hold near and dear to my heart, managed to find this thing and dropped me a couple of lines. How NEAT! How absolutely thrilling!
I loved that place. Gahd, how I loved that place. With that somewhat-shocking purple paint (I fully intend to have a car that color someday!) and the snowflakes out the windows, and the sweet boys who'd grin at me as if to say, oh yeah, what'll you do for free coffee? The lattés and the cookies and the fact that they never, ever yelled at you for getting over-caffeinated and giggling very loudly... Not to complain about the small but fine collection of local coffeehouses, but the Santa Fe Baking Company has EVERYBODY around here beat.
Suddenly, I'm not so disillusioned with the complete lack of anonymity this journal provides. Occasionally, a little bit of fame is sort of neat. Like now! What a fantastic thing! It makes the world seem SO much smaller and more compassionate! A complete stranger who just happens to own the place I used to hang out at all the time, who just happened to find my silly little journal? Wow, how that delights me! I might just have to go to my kitchen, pull out a bag of New Mexico Coffee Company coffee (not, so far as I remember, the official brand of the Santa Fe Baking Company, but close enough?), and have myself a celebratory cup. A toast! To life, mes amis, and to good coffee and the best damned fresh orange juice I have EVER had in my life! (I remember that orange juice like it was yesterday! And believe me, I've had a LOT of orange juice!) And to a very small world full of very neat people!
A bientôt!
~Helena*