aww...my font won't allow me to put any accent marks on anything; i redid my blog and now all of my non-alphabic characters are warped! :( anyway...
forgot to tell you all an embarrassing story. here goes: so i was walking through Newtown on Saturday to get some groceries from the local natural grocery, the Grapevine, and I decided to stop by this new coffeehouse/ice cream place that just opened up on State Street. I saw it's advertisement in the newspaper and, seeing as the only other coffee place in Newtown is Starsucks, I naturally got excited. It's called The Zebra-Striped Whale. I can't decide if that's cool or really stupid. But anyway, I stepped in to see what's up...I was hoping it'd be a cool place that I could go to with my friends, you know, see a movie in town and go to the independent coffeehouse to get a latte. (The name and the fact that it served ice cream kinda made me think it made be a dumb "family-oriented" place; y'know, with purple walls and bouncy balls...) I step in, and it is awesome! It's typical coffeehouse; like a Starbucks, only not so corporate and boring and beige and and and ::throws up:: It's cool; tan walls, glass mosaics, crazy chalkboards, employees with studded belts (the first thing that caught my eye...always a good sign!) So I go up to the counter and say to the guy behind it, "Can I get a single soy latte?" and he says ok and starts making it. I suddenly feel a bolt of adrenaline and I frantically pat myself down. Sheepishly, I say "Actually, nevermind. I don't have my wallet with me." I ran outta that place so fast like you wouldn't believe.
Okay, it may not sound embarrassing, but trust me, it was! Aah, at least we have a cool unStarbucks locale for coffee and fun in my town. Hopefully the nippless green mermaid won't eat it.
