Pretending to be a real person

Saturday, I spent the day pretending I was a regular human. I slept in, went to Peets to get another pound of coffee. While I was there, I randomly saw a friend I don't get to see near often enough. It was a clear blue afternoon, so I spent a few minutes in the waning sunshine as a musician played his acoustic guitar and sang folk(?) songs to the crowd of outdoor coffee drinkers and passers by. The coffee shop is in a highly gentrified two block section of shops. D&T and I used to go there almost every morning for coffee, it was kind of weird to be there without him. That shopping area has fabulous people watching (well if you enjoy watching the less pretentiously wealthy at play, as I do). I wandered into the Yup-street outlet of my favorite bookstore to discover that all the calendars from my favorite printer Cavallini are out, so of course I had to thumb through those, and make a pass through the Crate & Barrel and Z Gallerie, where I found a special camera I have been looking for. It was a highly sensual afternoon, in that my senses were really being catered to. The quality of the late afternoon light was very striking, the aroma of my freshly ground coffee kept wafting up from the bag, and even the guy with his guitar was lovely and I wanted to listen longer even though I generally loathe and despise folk music.

I also went to a lame Jam Band that was supposed to be afro-cuban, but was more like a bunch of bored looking Abercrombie white guys, with one latino and one african guy fronting for the band. I also went to a party, but the landlords put a kibosh on my friends around midnight thirty, so I was nice and fresh for playing bailiff at the Moot Court competition at my school on Sunday.