THEY WERE SO MUCH BETTER
THAN I THOUGHT THEY WOULD BE.
those fellas rocked the ceiling off of the bell center. this concert was crammed with pre-pubescent kiddies as far as the eye could see. even with the shattering ear drum from the shrieks and purity ring tosses (just kidding), it was great. two highlights would have to be when nick had a mano-o-mano moment with us (the audience). he's just chillin' there on the piano tellin' us about diabetes and how he thought he was going to die. all ending saying that he didn't let it slow him down, we should not let anyone or anything slow us down, and that we were his inspiration. i gotta say, the little nick jonas got me at the gut. it was oprah-worthy shit that speech of his. other than that, when big rob came out for burnin' up the building should have just burst into flames right then and there. it was killer.
SPEAKING OF KILLER!
(master of segways today)
there is this starbucks, okay? that..... i am beyond head over heels. i think it's more of a head TO heels because i am just on the ground declaring my love affair for this place. i've come here a couple of times. mainly after beirut where one girl said that i was going to have a panty-flinging good time (check blog for evidence), also there was this hysterical guy there who i said i envied for his barista berret. only the OLD SKEWL ones have them. but i digress.
i came in yesterday getting an iced triple grande caramel macchiato and there was this gay guy working who i ALWAYS see there and he was like "you're back! OMGZ THATZ SO GRREEAT!" and we got to talking and stuff. he then was on break and spent his ENTIRE break just chillin' with me and telling me about some six-foot-six wonder that he is seeing and the deetz on all the partners at the starbucks (bleeker, horseface sabrina, and a bunch of other names that i don't remember) we also talked about how we are both going to regina spektor's concert. so anyway. fast forward through the day and i ended up going to there a grand total of FIVE times. when i went back, my beret barista was there whose name i learned was jordan.
i'm going to be blunt right now: i predict will-they-won't-they tension between me and j-boy. or as i have titled him: boorista. he is just the cutest thing in the world. yes, all us baristas are flirts by nature because we want some tip. but this guyyyyyyy. he is the cute chubby but perfect boy in those movies that the indie girl falls in love with. I am spending my entire day in a starbucks doing homework (but have been blogging since i got here) so i can just see all this amazing people (including j-dawg) interact and be as ridiculous as i am. eric (my gay barista best friend at this starbucks) is telling me to transfer here and telling me about his unfolding love life, one guy is charging me 15 cents for a drink and earning 4 dollars in tip, and boorista boii is simply just being the cute little thing that he always is by interrupting me in my little bubble by waving and gesturing me to smile, talking about being barista bouncers, snapshots, whistling and asking me to join in, etc. just generally adorable.
ALL THIS TO SAY i am actually considering transfering here. it's easier to get to than my own starbucks. though i have to build my boss's trust right now. long story.
OKAY. i covered all bases that i wanted to before i dive into my homework assignments. so i will stay in touch (life permitting).
your over-indulgent starbucks freak bag,
mtb.
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