Playing Barista

I could never be a barista. It’s just not meant to be. First of all, baristas wear those super trendy, cloth caps. My hair is too big for these caps. I am also not hip: I do not listen to bands named after kitchen utensils, I have very little idea of what is happening on the west coast, and while I do watch quite a few French movies, it’s because I am a French major, so I actually speak the language.

I do however, own a french press, just big enough to make one cup. Its name is Stella Banks-Mackenzie. Me and Stella, we play coffee shop all the time. It’s sort of how I reward myself for doing work I should do without a reward because its what responsible, productive people do.

Cafe au lait time!

Cafe au lait time!

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2 Responses to “Playing Barista”

  1. I would disagree with you. I would argue that you are very hip and have knowledge of things outside of the west coast which would bring insight to those that choose to focus elsewhere. This is an attribute that I, for one, admire in you. Oh and next time you want to play coffee shop my kitchen loves to help out those that desire a good cup.

  2. Awesome blog!

    I thought about starting my own blog too but I’m just too lazy so, I guess Ill just have to keep checking yours out.
    LOL,

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