--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb <no_reply@...> wrote: > > Settling into my first writing cafe of the evening, I find myself in a > very Zen-like state. I mean, here -- at the center of the universe that > we all know Fairfield Life to be -- I find myself on a Friday night with > time on my hands, wonderful places to write in, and almost twenty more > posts to do it in. > > But I can't think of a damned thing to write about. I've already posted > most of the weirdass theories and slightly-askew observations I've had > this week in earlier posts. Walking over here, I paused for a few > minutes Watching The Last Rays Of Sunset Strike Notre Dame, and was so > taken by that sight and that phrase that I toyed with writing it up into > a poem. But then I decided that I'd never be able to do better than the > title itself, so I didn't. Besides, that's in the past now, and in the > present I'm in the cafe I was heading to. But still with fuck-all to > write about. > > So I guess I'm stuck having to write about Here And Now. > > "Here" is Le Départ again, and "Now" is...uh...now. And right now, > I'm sitting at a sidewalk table enjoying a tall Leffe (they don't serve > Westmalle Tripel, alas), and realizing that -- even on a hot summer > night like this one -- I'm somewhat underdressed. > > NOT that I went out in my skivvies or anything. It's just that I'm still > wearing the same cool, comfortable cotton pants and shirt I wore to > work. Some of the patrons in this cafe -- especially the ones here with > dates -- look as if they went home first, showered, shaved whatever > parts they felt needed shaving before a hot date, and then put on spiffy > out-on-the-town-in-Paris-wear. They look chic. At best, I look > comfortable. I clearly suck at being a Parisian. :-) > > On the other hand, I'm here doing one of the things I enjoy the most in > life. I have no date for tonight because she is out of town, but in her > absence I get to...wait for it...sit in a cafe in Paris and write. > > All my LIFE I've dreamed of being able to sit in cafes in Paris and > write. And now I'm not only doing that, I'm getting PAID to do it.
Should I include a tip with your check? Do you prefer cash or bank draft? > > I may not have a hot date with me, and I may not be chic, but I'm *here* > most nights of the week, damnit, doing one of the things I enjoy the > most in life, and being paid to do so by an Insanely Big Megaclusterfuck > of a corporation. What is not to like about that? I am one seriously > fortunate frood. >
