Starbucks and the Internet Slut

Jill and I finally met up at Starbucks yesterday for coffee. I got hear about BlogHer (SO goin next year) and how The Bloggess really was drunk during a keynote like I had been reading all over the net.

It was kinda cool meeting someone that you converse with in the blogosphere (other than we when bumped into each other at Retro once). It's like you know them but you really....don't. Like a blind date but no one set you up. You ask the same questions you would on this sort of date. Where are you from? How long have you lived here? Do you have brothers or sisters? Do you prefer Spongebob or Patrick? Could Wonder Woman really take Catwoman in a fight?

Anyway, she's a cool chick and we had fun hootin and hollerin about ourselves. We each took pictures of each other for our coolio iPhones. I warned her mine would be a disaster and as usual it was (me picture ugly, me scare you longggg time)..

Glossy Jill

When I asked her if she still builds websites for people, she said not so much anymore. She explained that she started to feel like an internet slut since she felt like she's giving her work away for almost nothing. I hoot and say "That's what I'm gonna title this post, hahahaha!" She says "Sure, do it!"

Starbucks and a Greasy Salesman

With Pip at her little morning summer camp, I headed over to Starbucks to enjoy a coffee and interview someone for my weekly review. I settle in a big comfy chair, open my laptop and sign on. No connection. Crap.

A man walks in obviously looking for someone. He sits down in the big comfy chair next to me. I strike up some small talk. He is a financial planner who owns a 2 story building down the street. He’s here to meet some perspective clients who are interested in leasing office space. He jokes about back in the day people used to meet at 7-11’s. I tell him my dad owned a 7-11 when I was growing up and that my brother and I were required to work in it on weekends and during the summer. At that point, his potentials walk in and I grudgingly give up my comfy seat so the three of them can sit together. Not happy at this point. My conversation is interrupted and now I’m sitting in the corner (although with a pretty good view of the store).

So, this client is named Rick and his associate is Lauren. Rick is very full of himself. Talks and talks using big words like Genesis and Impetus when describing how he started his business. Very slick. Think car salesman. When he listens to the building owner, he has that overly interested fake body language which screams “I’m acting like Tom Cruise trying to prove myself by sitting still so I won’t jump on Oprah’s couch again!“ He talks on and on about his life and how he is also a ‘paid’ columnist for some so and so journal. I am tiring of this conversation. Finally, the building owner deadpans “Ok, so you sell health insurance.” I almost choke on my coffee and smirk. He totally has Rick’s number.

My coffee isn’t quite up to par this morning. The barista filled my cup too high so I had to dump some of it out in order to put cream/sugar in it. I spilled some of it on my shirt too. Crap. A group of three talk at a nearby table talk about the ESPYs on Sunday and how great Justin Timberlake was as a host. I mentally agree. He killed it. The show was awesome.

Still can’t pick up an internet connection in here. Currently writing in Word and will copy to my blog when I get home. Overall, so-so Starbucks visit today. I need to up my game during my next visit.

Starbucks and a Little Girl

We're at Starbucks on Sunday morning. I'm looking around trying to decide who my first real Starbucks interview will be. I pick a gal in a t-shirt that says, "Watch out or you'll end up in my novel." I'm getting ready to approach her when we realize we're gonna be late if we don't head out asap. Darn it. Never fear, Pip to the rescue.

As we leave, Pip asks a man sitting outside if she can pet his dog. Interview:

Pip: Hi, can I pet your dog?
Man: Sure, her name is Wendy.
Pip: She's so soft. What's your name?
Man: Mike, what's yours?
Piper: I'm Piper and this is my mom Robin and my dad Paul. My mom is 38.
Man: Laughing Well, it's nice to meet you all.
Pip: Well, I have to go now. We're going to church so I can learn about God.

Thanks Piper for coming through for your mama!

2 Starbucks, Glossy and a Car

This morning Glossy and I were going to meet at Starbucks and drink some joe. Shockingly I arrive on time, buy my coffee, pick up the two free iTune downloads of the day, settle in and start staring at a man sitting outside that looks just like Sam Elliott. Bad picture I know but the lighting sucked. Side note-I also tried to buy a chocolate chip cookie but the guy says, "Sorry we already sold the 4 of them to one customer." WHAT THE F*&K? THEY ONLY MADE 4? I wanted to give him a lecture about the laws of supply and demand when it comes to these cookies but he was pleasant and I was in a good mood so I let the lucky sap slide...this time.


Jewel's new album is playing. Sounds good. Maybe I should download it. I wait and wait then start thinking..Maybe I went to the wrong Starbucks. Maybe she's just running late. Maybe she had some sort of emergency & can't leave because she's in the middle writing some great code (she's a web designer and programmer) No problem. Pip's at her little morning summer camp, I have plenty of time to wait..and wait..Ok, after a call to Kari to see if she has Glossy's number, I drive down the road to another Starbucks..

Everyone stares because I walk in with a Starbucks cup already in hand and plop down in a chair. I stare back because I think it's funny. Jewel is playing here too. Definitely going to download her new cross-over album. No Glossy. Hmm..Am I losing my mind? Maybe she just thinks I'm a dork and doesn't want to come? Oh well, still need to drink my coffee so I take out my camera phone and start taking pictures..

Bald guy who wouldn't stop staring at me when he was standing in line with his wife. I give him the stink eye and take this picture of him over my shoulder.

This gal was sharing a treat with her daughter. I couldn't resist taking a picture of her tattoo..It had some sort of symbol with Psalm 1:2-4 below it.

I looked up the scripture: Blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked or stand in the way of sinners or sit in the seat of mockers. But his delight is in the law of the LORD, and on his law he meditates day and night. He is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither. Whatever he does prospers.

Wow..Powerful. I think I have a new fave scripture..Beautifully funny how God puts something in your face right when you need to hear (read) it.

After waiting a tad longer, I decide to head out, go home, call my mama (Glossy, my mom was very concerned that you didn't show up!) and blog about my experience this morning. I've been thinking about starting a weekly Starbucks review on my blog anyway since I always seem to be at one so Let This Be My First Review..

I knew Glossy would email me letting me know what was going on. Sure enough, I get home and her car wouldn't start..Bummer! I SO know that feeling..That's ok girl, let's reschedule soon! :-)