There was the nicest man in line at Starbucks today. I don't know why, but I LOVE seeing people over the age of 50 in line for Starbucks, maybe it is something about it transcending generations, but either way it reminds me of my grandma at Starbucks for the first time and I don't mind nearly as much waiting. And, I always do much better if someone acknowledges that they are taking a while, I appreciate that. Well, neither his wife nor him could decide on a drink and I thought it was so cute that the barista was trying her best to accommodate his taste (good job to her!). [apparently for only $0.50 you can get a personalized frappuccino] He apologized for taking so long and I told him that there were worse things in life than waiting in line. His response was with a smile, "well, that's a good attitude to look at things." He asked me what I did, "musician" I replied and he, of course, asked if I was in a symphony. I could be annoyed that everyone always asks that, OR I could be extremely happy that people know that symphonies still exist. :)
I asked if he was visiting or lived here; he and his wife were here for the day. They flew to LA for his aunt's funeral and decided to come up here. What a wonderful idea, I couldn't agree with their choice more! He said it was nice talking to me and good luck with my career. I hope they had fun on their walk to the pier to the beach, what a beautiful day it is today! I have to believe and hope, that with my hard work and enough random people, friends, and family cheering me on with my career, that my dreams will come true no matter how crazy they may seem to some people.
This is where I want to sit someday, no matter how crazy other people may think this dream is:
I was driving to the Cross Fit workout today and a man jumped up to the curb as if he was going to take a dive. His silver hair and handle-bar mustache made him stand out despite the odd behavior. He waved his arms as if he were a wizard and jump a good, whopping six inches into the air, and wah-la, he made it to the street! I kind of hope he was on some kind of drug, or at least special in his thinking because the faces he was and his gait would suggest so.
Question for the readers: Are people still "discovered" at malls these days? It seems like a lot of models/ actors from the 80's were 'found' at malls.
