I'm sitting at a coffee shop, a European inspired coffee shop. I rather like the chain. I'm glancing around the room and noticing the diverse yet very gentrified people. I'm at the corner of 58th and 7th at the moment. The guy at the table next to me, with an orange sweater, sitting with his parents, is quite yummy.
I come here actually, because I've found out that it's the perfect place to think and create my play. To people watch. Often that is the best way for me to create. Dame this writer's block, it's odd actually the words and images are stuck in my head, yet i can't get them onto paper.
The women across from me are talking about someone "they think is gay", because he has hang ups about sex, he apparently can't come out of the closet because he's to religious. This is good stuff. i think one of my charcaters might be bi. After all my play is about the things people admit during a table conversation in a resturante. I love these women, now they are talking about how badly straight men dress. It's true. Direct quote: "He came to the door in leather spandex." Do they actually make that, i'm scared.
The waiter has a nice bum, I'm sure he's straight. I've talked to him before, so I know he's an actor. That eliminates the possibilty of dateing him. He's also straight. I love this place.
The soup is good to. But the people all look the same in their light pastel sweaters, it's winter btw. Their mostly women, and gay men, actually I've come to realize that all the peopel at my great big cafeteria table are somen and they are all talking about relationships.
one thing i learned this weekend is that this whole "social" deal isn't as freaky as i thought. i mean, i've pretty much based my entire life's career on being uber-shy but i went to watch the SB at a bar Sunday and actually started talking to this one guy out of nowhere (which is wierd only cuz i usually don't do that unless i'm so drunk that there are two guys there when in actuality there is just one). but my point, in reference to the blog, is that once i did it was pretty amazing cuz he had SUCH an interesting story. just talking about himself. and i think sometimes in the grand scheme of things we forget about those things because there's such a preoccupation with 'getting a numbe' or wondering 'what he thinks of me' or 'do i look hot enough' or stuff like that. what i love about writers--and you remind me of this with this post Alex--is that writers never lose that. writers are always out there listening for and perpetuating stories. it's completely simplistic and anti-cynical and pretty awesome in that sense.
altho, i can't stand those euro-wannabe cafe's! go sit in a park! kidding...:-)
Posted by: Derrick | February 08, 2005 at 12:20 PM
Love the social comments - people watching is almost as good as sleeping in. BTW - where can a Go Go dancer like me get a pair of those thunderBox shorts?
Posted by: Slate | February 08, 2005 at 02:06 PM
Alors, PQ, quand venez-vous à Washington D.C.?
Posted by: Olivier de Messières | February 27, 2005 at 07:48 PM
I live right next door to their café on W 72 St. They make he best coffee and I love their chocolate coissants. I also like the communal tables. Unfortunately, with the Gates up for the past two weeks its been packed so I've had to forgo my Sunday morning latte. But I'll be back next Sunday.
Posted by: Brad | February 27, 2005 at 10:50 PM