Things I miss from home/need to experience while I'm there:
1. My grandmother's iced tea.
2. St. Louis Bread Company
3. The (perhaps bare) shady trees along Ladue Road between Lindbergh and 170.
4. St. Louis Bubble Tea
5. Barbara's piano
6. The couch in Keller's chemistry classroom.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Foray into Coffee Shop Land
As of about two weeks ago, I work at a coffee shop.
The work is overall pretty fun, mostly because I haven't learned how to make any of the fancy drinks yet so all I do is stand at the cash register or move stuff around. The people are wonderful, and they completely shattered my expectations that they would all be hip, coffee-drinking, cigarette-smoking, barista type people.
Sunday nights I work a closing shift, which gets pretty rough when I have to wash dishes until 3:00 AM. The girl managing the shift is named Allison, and she just returned from Argentina. Last Sunday she wore these sneakers to work that had a brightly colored woven insert pattern on both sides. It looked like a stereotypical Mexican rug had eaten a pair of shoes. She called them her "indigenous high tops."
The other cashier who is slowly learning to make drinks is Ryan. He happens to be the CEO of Students of Georgetown, Inc., of which my little shop is just a part. We tease him because he originally came from one of the affiliated grocery stores, so he doesn't know his way around the store any more than I do. On his first day at work he broke a bagel bin. It was pretty tragic. He is also allergic to milk and caffeine. He calls himself the "worst college student ever."
It's nice to know someone who will laugh at anything you say. Ryan is one of those people. I don't really know him but it's refreshing to have someone like that around.
The work is overall pretty fun, mostly because I haven't learned how to make any of the fancy drinks yet so all I do is stand at the cash register or move stuff around. The people are wonderful, and they completely shattered my expectations that they would all be hip, coffee-drinking, cigarette-smoking, barista type people.
Sunday nights I work a closing shift, which gets pretty rough when I have to wash dishes until 3:00 AM. The girl managing the shift is named Allison, and she just returned from Argentina. Last Sunday she wore these sneakers to work that had a brightly colored woven insert pattern on both sides. It looked like a stereotypical Mexican rug had eaten a pair of shoes. She called them her "indigenous high tops."
The other cashier who is slowly learning to make drinks is Ryan. He happens to be the CEO of Students of Georgetown, Inc., of which my little shop is just a part. We tease him because he originally came from one of the affiliated grocery stores, so he doesn't know his way around the store any more than I do. On his first day at work he broke a bagel bin. It was pretty tragic. He is also allergic to milk and caffeine. He calls himself the "worst college student ever."
It's nice to know someone who will laugh at anything you say. Ryan is one of those people. I don't really know him but it's refreshing to have someone like that around.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Sleepless in the Library
I want to live in Seattle. I used to want to live in Portland, because I thought it was the indie, outdoorsy version of Seattle. But Seattle is perfectly indie by itself.
Not that I need be particularly indie.
Neil's friend from high school goes to school in Seattle and he says that no one buys CDs there, they just listen to vinyl records.
Cue: "Oooooh. Aaaaaah." Like fireworks of indie goodness.
But that is so impractical.
Not that I need be particularly indie.
Neil's friend from high school goes to school in Seattle and he says that no one buys CDs there, they just listen to vinyl records.
Cue: "Oooooh. Aaaaaah." Like fireworks of indie goodness.
But that is so impractical.
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