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so, I went to the Globe the other day. It was very spur of the moment. I'm kind of glad we went there though. It brought back a flood of memories. The ghosts of the past flitted by, barely mumbling an apology as they headed for their coffee. It's weird how the simple turn of a corner can flood your sensories. I miss it. I really do. I miss going there and knowing who was waiting inside by the cars parked in the parking lot. I miss the warm drinks as everyone fell into deep, philosophical conversations. I miss hearing the door open and being excited about whoever was coming in. I miss having that home away from home. I wish things hadn't changed so much. It was the perfect enviroment for me. The perfect convergance spot. The perfect date night. The perfect study hall. The perfect art studio. It had the right amount of distraction that my mind needs to work properly. I miss it so much.
Ron and I decided to leave shortly after getting there though. Nachos that didn't cost $6.25 were calling. I don't care if the economy IS in a slump, that's just way too much to charge for freaking nachos! We got taco bell and sat in an abandoned parking lot dredging up old memories that our subconcious was trying to devour into oblivion. It inspired me to write in my journal more. I don't want to forget my memories. It was an interesting to see how one of my memories would feed one of his which in turn fed one of mine.
I enjoy the life I have now. I go dancing nearly every weekend, I hang out at concerts and occasionaly I get to hang out with famous people that I know many people I know would give a nut to hang out with. But... I dunno... if given the choice I would still choose my little Globe lifestyle. There's much more depth there. You can't really get into theological debates with people while screaming over a PA or while some guitarist from that band over there is getting smashed.
I really miss my coffee shop conversations.
We need a Gandy night.
My heart is homesick
Ron and I decided to leave shortly after getting there though. Nachos that didn't cost $6.25 were calling. I don't care if the economy IS in a slump, that's just way too much to charge for freaking nachos! We got taco bell and sat in an abandoned parking lot dredging up old memories that our subconcious was trying to devour into oblivion. It inspired me to write in my journal more. I don't want to forget my memories. It was an interesting to see how one of my memories would feed one of his which in turn fed one of mine.
I enjoy the life I have now. I go dancing nearly every weekend, I hang out at concerts and occasionaly I get to hang out with famous people that I know many people I know would give a nut to hang out with. But... I dunno... if given the choice I would still choose my little Globe lifestyle. There's much more depth there. You can't really get into theological debates with people while screaming over a PA or while some guitarist from that band over there is getting smashed.
I really miss my coffee shop conversations.
We need a Gandy night.
My heart is homesick