It's also been about a month since I last blogged. Oops. I've decided to post a few adventures from the past four or five weeks in no particular order. We'll start with some happenings at the Bean.
My first notable experience came on October 17 when I pulled my first all-nighter since undergrad in order to finish a midterm paper. I was headed to meet Alex at The Bean when she texted me to hurry along because a cute guy was occupying the table next to her. As soon as I sat down, the kid struck up a conversation with us. His name's Jesse (that was a cute moment), graduated from Northwestern, wanted to be an actor but now is applying to law schools. He continues looking over Alex's shoulder and asking her about the paper she's writing on dating in NYC. I'm convinced he's into her and we're both laying on the charm pretty thick.
All of a sudden, Sarah calls to tell me a hilarious story about MawMaw wishing mom & dad a safe flight by explicitly expressing her hopes that there are no BOMBS on the plane in all caps. A worthy distraction, but regardless, I quickly get off the phone in order to get back in The Bean. Alex has begun interviewing Jesse for her story. I sit down, proud of her for initiating a full-blown conversation, and prepare to jump in when she turns to me and says,
"So, Jesse's gay."
Of course he is. Of course he is.
Turns out, he is also in need of an editor to look over his applications so I happily volunteer. As he's thanking me and fawning over the serendipity of the situation (our names, his need of/my desire to be an editor, our conversation flow) I mention that circumstances like this fuel my faith in God. He agrees! Hey-o! So, I invite him to church on Sunday. When he shows up to Hillsong, he looks around awestruck and confides, "This is the first time anyone has ever invited me to church."
"Wait, what?"
"Yeah, you know. 'Coz I'm Jewish."
Of course he is. Of course he is.
0 for 2, Jess.
However, I'm still convinced God wants us to be friends. Just last week our class toured the District Attorney's office where you-know-who is a paralegal. He joined us on our tour. I hope I can keep him around until I found out he's also a robot.
Second fun encounter at The Bean came a few days ago when I decided to order an Acai Delight smoothie. "Yogurt, acai, blueberries, raspberries, strawberries, almond milk, and kale."Alright, I'm on board with that. First sip revealed they also put bananas in there.
"Oh, yeah. There's banana in there. We don't list all the ingredients on the menu. We, like, ran out of room. You're not allergic, are you?"
"Oh, no. I'm just not a huge fan."
"Oh, ok. Well, now you know for next time."
Except, I just smiled and said thank you and sat down.About 3 minutes later, I was literally in the midst of thinking about what an uncharacteristic exchange that had been for The Bean, when homeboy sets a brand new smoothie on the table in front of me. Naturally, I cried and made a Facebook post.
This is why I love The Bean.
Final Bean story occurred yesterday. I brought the beautiful Shelley in tow and we were desperate for an opening on "the squishy" (the seats against the windows with the plush cushions). In our endeavor we friended an adorable pair of best friends who last night provided us with roasted vegetables, sweet wine, and meta-leval conversation. Not bad, Bean. Not Bad.
Before I moved to New York, I'd daydream about being a "regular" somewhere. I love how comfortable I feel when I walk through the doors, how productive I feel when I plug in my computer to a wall outlet, how giddy I feel when they play all 90s music, and how special I feel when the employees make conversation. I even kinda like the fact that I'm a regular at a coffee shop when I have such an aversion to the stuff. It makes it more endearing, right? There is still hope. If the worst thing New York makes out of me is a coffee drinker, I think I'm doing alright.