F.I.O Figure It Out

Last Saturday my friend accompanied me to Lestat's Coffee House in North Park. I'm convinced they have one of the best iced mochas in San Diego. They've also expanded their quarters since I've been. Way to go, Lestat's.

We sat on a couch that was next to a plastic coated white chair with ruffles -- In addition to the chair's unfavorable aesthetics, this chair looked completely uncomfortable, which was probably why it wasn't occupied.

My assumption was confirmed when a guy in a baggy sweater and black, ripped skinny jeans proceeded to desperately get comfortable in the squeaky chair. An arduous task it seemed, he finally settled with hit feet up on the table, toes and socks protruding from his busted up slippers (which by the way said Faded Glory -- Wal-Mart brand). He grumbled, "The only chair in the room not occupied. Ugly AND you can never get comfy in it".

My friend and I continued our conversation as this guy pulled out his mini laptop that had a Meat is Murder sticker on the back of the monitor.

This guy actually turned out to be quite amicable as he asked if his feet were bothering us...or his computer cord was bothering us...or if his constant shifting was bothering us... no guy...

I had mentioned to my friend that I recently went to Father's Office in LA and had an amazing burger. Mr. Eavesdropper blurts out "I LOVE THAT PLACE! Great Burgers!"

My friend glanced at the sticker on his computer and says, "You eat burgers but you're a vegetarian. 'Splain." Oh, so you lead an ascetic diet because veggie sandwiches were the cheapest thing at Subway.

This guy, his name was Peter, actually turned out to be a delight that night. He was very artless, yet ardent in his words during our topics of conversation...a nice guy.

He was a student studying music.

Reflecting back, I can't help but think how I miss school and being assiduous and making my brain crunch regularly. It's easy to fall out of that pattern, but hard to get back...seemingly. Like I have mentioned, this blog is just an artifice to help me get back into the habit.

I feel like it's working. I heard the word "aberration" on the news tonight and blurted out "A DEVIATION!" My dad just rolled his eyes and chuckled in my face. Awesome.