So there's a lot of bike culture in Richmond. After some research on where to get some good coffee I ended up around Carytown a bit down on Addison St. at a shop called the "Lamp - Lighter". The decor is pretty alright, I like it a lot actually. An outdoor depot for covered seating. The iced-coffee is pretty awful though. Cold pressed means, cold french press I'd guess. Too many oils, not good. Toddy is really the only way to produce a quality iced coffee. My drink of choice. Hanging on the walls are old photographs of cyclists, also art harvested from old pinball machines it looks like. See, if I opened a spot, I would want the design of the space to say more than the art on the walls, if I even wanted to hang any. Too busy. I bought Jack Jackson a half lb of Brazil Alta Moigana with the 20he gave me. I couldn't get him "Handsome" coffee out in LA. Too bad, I would have also been interested to try it out there. I'm currently being one of those assholes who says togo but stays in a seat. I guess what I say is, I really didn't know what I wanted at the time. What's wrong with that? Honestly, it's a lie. I never think assholes of those people. Honestly, I don't pay much attention to where the customer decides to take their coffee once they've received and paid for it. Unless they also bought food... doesn't bother me.
Dad is at work. I could have stayed home and beyond entertained myself with his endless books and films, but decided to let my true colors fly and go looking for "a spot". Seeing people arrive and take off on bikes makes me homesick. I biked critical mass 2 weeks ago in Cleveland, but with poor respiratory health and shitty wet weather my biking has been limited to trips to the grocery, market, and Jojo's to see Maddy. I miss it. I hope my endurance picks up when I get home. Was gonna leave today, but I'm being told the snow has the roads up there looking pretty bad, and the plows aren't on it, so I'll wait it out a day or two. I'm looking forward to seeing Maddy. I miss her even though we left on sort of teetering terms 2 weeks ago, me kind of feeling let down on New Years Eve. But it's in the past now. I just want to see her again. I feel good right now. And I want to be there. Even if we don't have her Black Nissan anymore to have car wars to "Dancing In The Dark" by Bruce, because she crashed it while looking at the moon.
I'm going to go eat this bagel and walk around Cary St. Maybe I'll buy a love & guilt gift for Heidi. I still haven't thanked her for the socks she sent me on my birthday. Not doing good on the front of that. I will deal with the taste of regurgitated coffee in my mouth.
Around Midnight. Dad and I ordered a pizza a block away and watched "That Thing You Do". Featuring Liv Tyler, childhood crush, and the late Ambassador Hotel. Such a beautiful looking building. Mom says her and Snick used to go to an English imports store that was inside the place. And now it's gone. Made way for a high school.
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