Last Night at the Hive

The time is about 6:48pm. It's Tuesday evening and I'm at the Beehive. I have this handy wireless chip in my laptop, but for some reason it doesn't want to work. It hasn't wanted to work ever since our database manager had his way with it. BUT, ever the optimist and not willing to give up that easily, I've decided to utilize my handy dandy notepad. woo! It's just much more entertaining to comment on this place when i'm actually in it. I guess it's like that with most anything. Key moments are captured in the actual moment. So, here i am realtime (well, when i post it'll be more like "there i was, last night" - but you get the idea). So, we're situated near the back of the smoking section (my PhD seeking friend and work buddy is
a smoker)...by the pinball machines. There's something glorious, by the way, about a coffee house that has pinball machines, AND board games, AND a pool table, not to mention some yummy looking munchies (i'm always hungry when i get here, yet not really wanting to spend the extra money on food, as i already spend too much on coffee, or Chai, my current palette quenching substance...anyway, since i generally don't eat here I can only assume the food is yummy). There aren't any quasi intellectuals behind me today (cuz to do that, they'd have to be sitting on the pinball machines)...so no loud and obnoxious over-analyzations being unessessarily piped into my head space. YAY! I'm actually getting work done. I got to about an hour before i decided it was time for some Shannan Like observations. So there's a crew of young men to the left of me. They've been searching this place for the last 20 minutes looking for a certain beloved board game. I don't know what it is, but it must be beloved because they're all jumpy about it. They settled on a game called Stratego instead - but it was evident from the moment the very first game piece emerged from the box, they couldn't be more disturbed with attempting this unknown thing. And so, they've just gone to put it back (and i assume, to hunt some more for the one they want - i imagine they might start going table to table looking for the offending party that is partaking in their game. hrm). There's a girl wearing toe shoes that just did a few toe stand thingies. I wonder if she's breaking them in, or maybe she wears them all the time for just those occasions when she may want to stand on her toes. Pretty Pink toe shoes peeking out from black pants covered in chains and buckles is a contrast that seems more suited to Rock Opera, or some exhibitionist display, rather than a coffeehouse. Then again, this isn't just ANY coffeehouse. Ah, she's a dance major (i'm not so much listening as my ear is getting in the way of their voices). It's time to get back to my work. Maybe i'll get to see more dancing later...or find out what the hell this mystery game my obsessive coffee drinking friends are looking for. For now - back to my Serotonin Receptors. I just adore those wacky receptors.

(Hrm. i must say this is a handy method...i'm entertained without the distractions of useless information at my fingertips...perhaps i should leave the wireless chip in it's disabled state for just such occasions when i would better benefit from a notepad, leaving me with nothing else to do when i'm done making social commentary but return to work...)

update: It's 7:15pm and my young game searching friends have departed. This could be because they've finished their coffee, or just were unable to accept their ultimate fate of gamelessness. And, i've seen some more dancing, and stretching. It really is kind of funny to see an impromptu ballet of delerium on a Tuesday night.