I am on the sauce: coffee as a drug

Haven't posted in a while. On the trip I felt like I had a reason to post stuff, but now I find myself just dribbling on and on about casual observations or made up conversations between myself and disconsolate leafs. Let's not fool ourselves though, chances are I'd have blogged about leafs complaining somewhere down the line anyways, whether I was here in Seattle or far away in New York.

Yesterday, my good buddies Galen, Chris(sy), and I went to Ballard. It was nice because I haven't really kicked it with them in a while. Chrissy just had her first day off in like 30 days and Galen has been busy relentlessly trying to change people like me's stubborn misconceptions about politics.

We went to a bar that had a really big fish tank in it. I got my drinks first (Hennessey x2), and went to sit down. Well, I had barely sat myself down when an older women (could've been 35-40) came and decided I needed company because I had two drinks in my hand and was by myself. She came down practically on top of me and said, "Where's the pool table?" I said, "I don't know, it'd be nice to play some pool." She said, "Yeah I know, I want to kick some butt, preferably yours." Yikes.

Welp, anyone who knows me is well aware that this sorta thing would make me quite uncomfortable. It's the kinda thing a close friend would think to do if they wanted to play a prank on me (have an old lady hit on me). She asked about a braclet I have had on my wrist for about two years now, and said she'd had something similar when she was young. She asked how old I was and she briefly touched the braclet and pulled my arm a little with it, and I couldn't believe it was taking Chris and Galen so long to get their drinks. I said I was 22, and she said, "yeah, so young, and a great skin complexion." Just before she could get to my Hennessey and swallow my soul, Galen and Chrissy arrived. Crisis safely averted. She scared the bejesus out of me. I am glad the bar didn't have a pool table.

Today, I went to read as I normally do when I am not working, and the sun was out as best it could on a November day half in winter. There were a few spindly clouds in the sky overhead that gave off an impression of cobwebs, but cobwebs a person afraid of spiders could really like. The light is always on my side on days like this.

I like the smell of coffee right after it is poured and right before it is cool enough to drink. Maybe you have to like coffee (or at least be addicted to it) to really appreciate the smell I am talking about, but I don't think so- if you want, substitute hot chocolate in its place. The smell itself is a placebo. I take it in and immediately feel like things are turning around for me. And what’s greater still, nothing has to change in my life or improve at all for me to keep thinking the same thing the next time. Isn’t that amazing!? There is no way to debunk my belief that I am turning a new leaf right then and there. It’s really quite irrational. Magical drug. The crappier things may get, the more I want it. And I don't feel bad about it, because here I am, sitting smack dab in the middle of a bunch of people just as addicted and crazed as me, all wanting that fix to save them from their problems- you know, at least make them/me feel like their/my problems are gonna dissolve soon enough. I am not saying I find solace at the bottom of the coffee cup, but maybe at the bottom of a second one. A similar event happens at bars, ice cream shops, and Disneyland. You can't just go on Splash Mountain once or just have one scoop of ice cream- unless it is mint chocolate chip. never been a fan.