Okay, so…technically, I already posted a blog today, but fuck your couch, I’m gonna post another one. Mostly because I have three hours to kill before anything at all happens here, so I have decided to sit in the local cafe and drink coffee like an old person. Come on, you know that’s not even a false stereotype.
This is the local old person haunt. On weekdays, it’s filled with old people drinking coffee and reading the newspaper, and a few workers around the lunch hour that come in for the cheap but apparently delicious cheeseburger platter. On weekends, it’s the same thing times two, minus the workers and plus a couple of tourists. So, overall, it’s a very friendly local business that prides itself on good service and pictures of barns and roosters on the wall.
Two of the girls I know from school work here, and they keep coming over and chatting with me idly while I sit here and drink cup after cup of watery Folgers coffee and mess around on my tablet. Of course, this coffee doesn’t have wireless,but the bar next to it does, so I just want to send out a thank you to the people who feel that it’s necessary to give drunk country people access to the Internet.
Whenever I come to a cafe for coffee, I always feel obligated to leave a larger tip than if I had ordered a large meal. Mostly because they watch me just sit here with my cheap-ass coffee, taking up valued customers space. Also because it’s a local cafe, and if I don’t tip well…well, I think you know how small towns work.
My plan for the day is to waste it away for a couple two hours while I wait for the fair to open. This will occur at around noon, and people will probably begin showing up at around one. I’ll simply wander around town in my sexy brand new knee high boots and plaid shirt…making all those Carnies fall in love. Because then I get free rides on all of the fair rides, wink wink.
Later, I plan on meeting up with some friends and causing trouble, as I always do, and then I’ll go to the local street dance where I will dance nerdy until the wee hours of the morning to a cover band called Overdrift. It should be a generally good time, and I’m hoping that at least one thing goes terribly wrong, so that I have a story to tell.
Then again, hoping for that to happen is like sitting at the top of the ferris wheel and praying to Asgard that I will fall off and break my sexy. I mean face.
Anyway, I feel as if this post is getting long enough, so I’ll just…go now.