2005-09-01 || 9:42 p.m.

|| bcm, you are my bronzed coffee god. ||

dear brian,

today i caught the early bus to work and got off at not-my-regular stop, for i was early and like to walk and thought i would stop for coffee, and what should reveal itself as the bus pulled back onto the street and chugged away? a peet's! there are a precious few up here! i went inside and literally twitched as i ordered an iced coffee. i was afraid i was going to start blabbering about how i just moved here from berkeley and miss peet's so much, and i used to drink it at home every day and my dear friend brian, you-really-should-meet-him maybe if he comes up for a visit?, used to fix me the perfect cup every saturday and sunday morning, is that not the greatest? but i miss this coffee it-is-beautiful, dear barista, have you been to berkeley? i miss california so much i could scream i think.
but i didn't say anything because the barista was too good-looking. (brian: if you were there you would have surely stalked him from outside with me, with noses pressed to the window, to ascertain who is better suited for his affections.) so i got my iced coffee and doctored it up with sugar syrup (oh, peet's! so intelligent are you! and you smell so nice!) and halfy half and took a sip right there at the counter and.
i almost cried.
not kidding. peeeeeeet's!
but i am a weenie.

much love in the 97214,
jenny.

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