don't ask me. i was at the lesson last night, but i wasn't at all interested and am happy to have woken up, however late, without learning it.
it would have been a good idea to check if black star would be open on a sunday when i was there on friday, but i was frustrated that the door was locked in spite of the "open" banner flying in the window. my tearing shoulder bag isn't going to last another winter, and i would have given them cash. (i ended up saving the laundry for saturday.)
black star isn't open sundays, and the only reason i went to barista this afternoon was because it's close by and i'd been to random order before stopping at black star on friday. black star was closed, which meant that the rain i'd decided to tolerate for six blocks when i left barista ended up thoroughly soaking my shoes when i wasn't able to get back inside at the bag workshop and set home as my new destination.
but barista was not for naught. the new guy -- i knew because i heard another employee explaining to him where not to put clean glassware to avoid chipping -- was working the register, which faced away from where i was sitting at the back of the coffee bar. and damn. boy looked good in some pants. it wasn't easy to focus on my reading, but saturday's atrocities forgiven, the world was good.
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