Cafe Study Date

Gabrielle has disappeared on me to lounge singley on the black pleather loveseat in the back, while I decide to stay put at the table that we've crammed wtih laptops, smuggled ziploc bags of veggie chips, and a pricely bought plate of Today's Coffee House Special: housemade raspberry chiffon cake.

By August's close, she'll be heading for an East Coast post and Hello, if you keep comparing me to Kermit the Ribbit, who do you suppose is going to respond to long distance calls about that the peeps around you being all partnered to Professor Prince Charming (each harem consort sporting 100 precious tadpoles) and H-to-the-N-O you don't feel like lighting incense at your neighborhood temple. Come to think of it, it was only yesterday that you revealed a longterm Catholic affiliation, and didn't yer mom just ship you a basket of Easter treats over school break. I happen to prefer dark chocolate nibs over milk kisses myself. Mmm...

Ahem. For the record, soon after Phoney Girlfriend blotted her Research-1 contract we decided to eat out at an Asian fusion restaurant where I drank excess sake and inaugurated my first epic hangover in, like, decades. Sure I'll check out your guestroom asap, Angel Face, despite the fact that your pet name for me sucks ass royally.

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