Strabucks = haven?
Mar. 22nd, 2006 06:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bending_sickleApparently. Because I was over at the port and went to the Starbucks there, to their second floor, where they have soft sofas by a big window overlooking the port and sweet jazz music playing. For one brief shining moment I felt like I´d come home or something. So completely at ease it was amazing.
Then they played the "Halleluja" song and all was good. Everything felt perfect, even if it wasn´t really. Despite the trash on the floor, the misplaced sofa, the four cops (with two cars) arresting a young pothead...
Yes, that´s right. I saw someone get arrested. handcuffs, head-cradling into the car and all. Cop even slapped the cigarette out of the man´s hand when he kept on taking drags.
Even the song saying, "I´m in a sad mood tonight" made me happy.
And then, oh and then they put a Johnny Cash song. The world was awesome for two hours.
There were three brits (two girls) talking and then dozing. Two german girls talking to my left. An indian pair of girls talking behind me. I felt like the world around me made sense, because it was so multi-cultural and yet completely North American.
I even wrote one short essay for French. Not the really hard ones about communicatin and nationality (or, in my case, lack of). Those will not be fun to write, at at least I can´t say I have nothing to say.
Then they played the "Halleluja" song and all was good. Everything felt perfect, even if it wasn´t really. Despite the trash on the floor, the misplaced sofa, the four cops (with two cars) arresting a young pothead...
Yes, that´s right. I saw someone get arrested. handcuffs, head-cradling into the car and all. Cop even slapped the cigarette out of the man´s hand when he kept on taking drags.
Even the song saying, "I´m in a sad mood tonight" made me happy.
And then, oh and then they put a Johnny Cash song. The world was awesome for two hours.
There were three brits (two girls) talking and then dozing. Two german girls talking to my left. An indian pair of girls talking behind me. I felt like the world around me made sense, because it was so multi-cultural and yet completely North American.
I even wrote one short essay for French. Not the really hard ones about communicatin and nationality (or, in my case, lack of). Those will not be fun to write, at at least I can´t say I have nothing to say.
