Aug.03.2007 8:56pm
Next time you think it would be a good idea while drunk at five a.m. in the morning to gulp down a gigantic towering cup of Lavender Latte, remember what happened today.
Spur of the moment, always making these immediate and random decisions, I decide while drunk and at the register at Tully's not to get the usual coffee but a Lavender Latte. This, of course, upon thinking about it for half a second, seemed like a good idea but flowers and coffee do not mix well (apparently). Cue insta-hangover.
And smoking down town Pleasanton in the morning is impossible. Genvieve and I were at Tully's doing what people do at cafes, discussing god knows what with loud gestures over a stack two-high of very thick books ("The multiple orgasm of books-- 1,001 Books To Read Before You Die" Says Genvieve) with cigarette in hand, and deciding the morning sun is quite brutal on my brand new lavender induced headache we get up to move when a cranky old man in front of Tully's goes "DON'T FORGET YOUR BUTTS. $1,050.00 FINE FOR SMOKING WITHIN 15 FEET OF A BUILDING. DON'T FORGET TO TAKE YOUR BUTTS WITH YOU." And so we glared, picked up our butts and tossed them in the trash. I don't care about picking up after my mess, as long as someone says something POLITELY. So we move across the street to another cafe, and we are on the other side of this building with a bunch of those little bistro tables and I see Shaina walking across the street. She comes over and after warning to be careful of not being caught by cafe owner for smoking cigarettes from a rather pleasant old man finishing up his cigar, we light up our cigarettes and almost immediately this dick on a cellphone comes up and says "Excuse me. No smoking in front of this cafe. Don't leave the butts on MY sidewalk." And I say, lets take a walk, ladies... so we do.
So I'm hung over and pissed the fuck off so I take my Tully's lavender swill and dump it on the ground, cup and all and say, lets meet up at Hacienda Starbucks, yes? I NEVER get shit there for smoking and I'm there like two times a day. So we do, and I catch Shaina up on recent events to the amusement of Genvieve, who really didn't know that much about this general circle of friends until earlier today. We meet a very sweet Boxer 2 year old puppy, that Gen & us sort of look after when the owner goes in to grab a cup of joe because she's whimpering and so so cute. It is true, puppies are chick magnets because this puppy had a table full of us chicks totally won over.
Anyway, Genvieve took me home because I looked like I might DIE soon in the morning heat and sunlight after the Lavender Death Drink of large proportions.
I came home, remembered it was my dad's birthday and made him a card with the United States' first submarine used in combat in 1776 (Revolutionary War) on it, The Turtle as it is called, because some men were just arrested for taking a Turtle replica way far down below somewhere on the east coast, and I thought it was ridiculous that anyone would trap themselves in an ancient ball of metal and sink themselves deep under the sea for fun.
And then I drank a ton of water, waited until the caffeine induced shaking subsided, and fell asleep.
Drink of the moment: Ace hard cider
Song of the moment: President by I Am X
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