What ever happened to private conversations?

I'm pretty sure I could support an entire blog dedicated to nothing more than things I've overheard at Starbucks. Most recently I heaped my things on the main table, took out my notebook, set myself up, and only then took notice of the two men talking in tones of fluctuating volumes. The loud parts were about doctors and tests, the lowered parts were about levels of contagious. All I'm saying is if you're going to have a conversation about how contagious you are (or could be) please please please don't do it at a Starbucks in midtown. And, for that matter, if you're going to have a phone conversation at Starbucks please recognize that we can hear you. So, if you're going to call tech support and ream out the accented technician you can't really hang up and just pretend like nothing really happened.

It's a curious building I live in...

I would have never described myself as paranoid, but I think living on the edge of Boulevard has had its effects. I got home Sunday only to find a Maserati parked out back. I'm convinced we now have drug dealers living or doing business on the premises. This is on the heels of a neighbor randomly showing up with a baby one day. All I'm saying is she was never pregnant and, one conversation would convince you she's not fit for adoption. The only plausible conclusion is that she stole a baby. As if all of that isn't enough, my incredible humping downstairs neighbors have picked up a new hobby -- this one lasts a little longer but nevertheless happens at 3 a.m. -- they've begun playing the bass guitar. I could get down with some good bass, but, surprisingly, these two lack anything that resembles rhythm.

That, in a nutshell, is my Atlanta home life -- crack heads, stolen babies and bass guitar.

Somethings are better not overheard

Today I went for lunch at Chick-fil-a. Shortly after I got my #1 with a diet coke and took a seat a threesome sat down next to me. Let me tell you it is tough to enjoy even the most delicious of delicious chicken sandwiches with three people sitting less than a foot away talking about their sex lives. I knew way too much about way too many strangers in way too short a time. If I haven't even touched my fries and know about your latex allergies...there's a problem. Until today I have never not finished a #1 with a diet coke.

Glory is great but fleeting.

There's always a little part of me that dreads doing work at Starbucks because amid all of the students with their MCAT study books I'm usually the only one drawing marker comps for banner ads to promote the world's ugliest dog competition. Something about tracing an ugly dog for the 10th time in as many minutes feels a little special needs.
When I showed up at Starbucks a couple of days ago and saw a student pouring over a textbook at my table I kicked myself for not pre-sketching my comps. Imagine my surprise when I saw what, exactly, he was studying...salad dressings! I finally felt a little smarter...until a guy sat down next to me with a three inch thick book called "Cognitive Psychology".

I think I've been at the Circus too long...

Last night I met someone and they corrected me on the pronunciation of their name...in my own dream!

Just another weekend in household

Yesterday I had to run to Publix to pick up an onion for our Pre-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving dinner -- the annual rebaptism of our oven (after of a summer long ban on all oven activities). I should mention that I was entering Publix after a tough workout at the gym...at 2:00...on an empty stomach. You can not hold me responsible for buying more than 1 onion on an empty stomach. So about an hour after I got home Nate pointed to the cake I bought like what the F. I ignored him the first time, but when he wouldn't let it go I started dying laughing. He was like what's so funny...it was all I could do to get out the words "you better not look in the freezer."
Basically, post workout I walked out of Publix with cake, frozen yogurt and 1 onion.
As a sidenote, our prethanksgiving dinner was delicious! Downside -- we now have 10 lbs. of turkey chillin' in our fridge. Two days from now I'll be using turkey as a condiment.

Three Words

At Home Waxing.

yeah, I went there.