There’s a new barista at Sbux. I pulled up the other day, cranking some NIN and wearing the Rock Star jacket. Baransky Barista took my order through the speaker (“Venti Crème de Menthe non fat no whip mocha please”), with her snipey little smugness, repeating it back to me incorrectly (“Venti Cinnamon Mocha?” “No, Vente [...]
Thursday, February 14, 2002
Russell Crowe: Hey there Weetabix. I heard that your bloke Esteban is leaving you all alone on Valentine’s Day to work on his project. How about I take you out, Gladiator-style? Weetabix: Oh my! Russell Crowe! Wow. This is really something. Russell Crowe: Isn’t it though? Aren’t I sexy? Weetabix: Um, well, I can’t really [...]
Saturday, October 20, 2001
So Thursday. I had to work late and I was going to meet a bunch of people at the local Sports Bar #113, where they would be having Karaoke. Esteban eschews karaoke, feeling embarrassed for the people who sing poorly, but he decided to meet me for dinner at #113 before the Karaoke commenced, being [...]
Saturday, September 9, 2000
I am addicted to Diet colas. Diet Coke is preferred but Diet Pepsi will do in a pinch. I’m on my third serving today and it’s noon. Really, more than a third serving, because my first “hit” was a 32 oz Diet Coke from McDonald’s (without ice, so it WAS 32 oz). How sad am [...]
