Tonight was a severe let-down. First, I get stood up by one of the two friends I still have in the greater Lansing area, and second, I have to deal with the typical nightmare mess that is the East Lansing scene. While both were out of my hands, I found the second to be the more intolerable of the two.
In every town I find myself in for any extended period of time, I have a coffee shop. In San Rafael, its some cyber cafe on 4th street (the name eludes me). At Northwestern, in Evanston, it was Kaffeine. In Houghton, it was the Motherlode. And here, in East Lansing, its Cafe Latte. Its not about the cafe per se, its about the atmosphere, and typically at all of those establishments, it fits my idea of the perfect coffee shop: avant garde, slightly goofily trendy, with large overstuffed ratty couches, scared tables, funky artwork, and that feel that this is the reject college scene where burnouts come and rejuvanate themselves in their own self-glory. However, all coffee shops suffer from one massive drawback. They draw young, depressed, and wannabe avant garde teenagers like alcoholics to a 40 of Micky's.
Up at Tech, at the Motherlode, they were prevalent but not too annoyingly so. The only thing I avoided like the plague was the hideousness that was art / music night, in which a bunch of them would congregate and play "impromptu music" together. It was like hearing elephants scream, in unison. We did have one annoying little 17 year old bundle of fun that we termed "jailbait", but she was about the only one that drove me insane.
So tonight, depressed at the lack of friend support I was receiving, and generally feeling morose about my current situations, I decide I need a cup of coffee at my coffee shop here. I drive 20 minutes to get there, in the fucking rain, walk in, and find some stupid fucking shitty ass high school drama punk band setting up. And they were charging at the mother fucking door. No fucking way is some pimply excuse for a piece of shit going to charge me 5 bucks for my god damn coffee. I told him I wasn't for the band. From the look in my eyes, I think he realized that coming between me and my coffee was a very, very fatal idea. So he let me pass. I got my coffee. But although the band hadn't even finished getting set up, I could forsee the inevitable result. The kid with the long greasy black hair, replete with Misfits T-shirt, his chubby dyed black hair girlfriend looking all angry at the world around her, the kid with the too tight Sonic Youth T-shirt (the blue one with the washing machine) trying to vainly set up the microphone: ah yes, shitty bands at their best. And I couldn't sit in my overstuffed couch and enjoy myself in peace. No, they and their pathetic wannabe dissidents had to ruin my fucking peace and quiet.
God damn fucking kiddies.
I hate live music in my bars and coffee shops if it isn't jazz, blues, or some drunken old guy strumming out Pink Floyd, Billy Joel, and Tom Petty. Fucking kids.
Miss Any?
Alright, we're gonna give this a shot
January 02, 2005
Let's see how badly I failed these last year
December 31, 2004
Okay, so its trendy
December 28, 2004
Its just like that asshole, Joe fucking Lieberman. Annoying and rather pointless.
December 27, 2004
Is this a typical Christmas?
December 26, 2004