We continue to Starbucks. ((One a side note: Two of my wisdom teeth are growing in, and I need them, so I must endure the annoying headache/cold thing I have... So for the past 4 days I have not eaten any solid food because its too painful. All I can eat is a home made smoothie... I am not pleased.)) Christine and I sit and debate over which drink I should have... The usual caramel drink thing or a mango orange smoothie. She asked what my mood was, and from that we decided on the smoothie. I go up to order and the guy spelled my name wrong... which is fine, I'm used to having my name spelled wrong by everyone, especially with a "K." Oddly enough, his name was Taylor, like the song "Taylor the Latte Boy." Now, I'm fine with conversation, small chit chat, whatever... But going on and on and on...... no.
TAYLOR THE LATTE BOY: So, Katie, how is your night going?
"KATIE": Pretty good. Just with my friends. What about you?
I'm assuming he'll just answer the generic question with just "Fine" like most agitated Starbucks workers. I always ask the question, and I always get that answer. Not today!
TAYLOR: Good. No, I'm lying. I spilled milk all over my --
Catie's thoughts: Why did I ask...
TAYLOR: (continued) Shirt and it just smelled --
Catie's thoughts: Oh God, please just make my smoothie...
TAYLOR: (continued) Bad! And I had to change my shirt, and my co-workers were laughing...
"KATIE": Oh man, that must have sucked... But at leas --
TAYLOR: It did! And --
Catie's thoughts: Fuck.
TAYLOR: (continued) So now I'm glad I brought two shirts with me today. --
At this point I zoned out. I think he was talking about donuts and re-filling the pastry tray. All I could do was nod and smile awkwardly as I occasionally glance back to the girls who were busy looking at Courtney's astrology book. I tried to focus onto what the guy was saying, but I really couldn't pay attention. I felt bad that this guy might have been alone all day, having no one to vent to, and I was the first person to ask how his night was... However, all I could think about was wanting my damn smoothie. A co-worker walks up and asks if I have ordered yet... I said "yes, he took it" and smiled. Then she mock-glared and told him to get back to work before bursting out laughing at him... I guess they have a joke about him talking too much or something... He didn't seem gay, and his chit chat with me didn't seem flirtatious, at least I don't think, so it couldn't have been what she was teasing him about... but I start to walk off and he shouts back "It will be ready soon, Katie!"......... thanks...
I go back to the table so that I can help Courtney sticky note her astrology book with friends and celebrities birthdays in there... In my excitement I shout out Heath Ledger's birthday first, April 4th, Aries... So she comes back with Harrison Ford, July 13th, Cancer. (Heath Ledger is my dream husband... Younger Harrison Ford is Courtney's... just to clarify some things.)
My order was ready. "KATIE!!! You're orange mango smoothie is finished!" And I walk over to see him smiling holding it up for me... not on the counter where most Starbucks workers would leave it... I thanked him and walked off... But he kept smiling at me. I think he thought we were besties for the day.
I sat down at the table, and was excited with my smoothie... until I drank it. I like most fruit, I just don't like bananas... I knew that banana's were one of the ingredients, but I thought it was going to be masked by the flavor of the oranges and mangoes. No.
ME: No! It tastes like ALL banana.
CHRISTINE: Oh?
ME: I don't like banana. I thought the oranges and mangoes with mask the banana flavor...
CHRISTINE: You can never mask a ba-na-naa.
ME: No.
COURTNEY: Don't bite the banana, Catie!
ME: I wouldn't bite the banana, because I don't like the flavor of banana!
My last comment went over my head... Courtney and Christine were laughing... I can be a bit of an airhead, I admit. But I can't help it. I'm a walking that's what she said joke.
Anyway, we start too look up our friend's birthday's on facebook (one of the main reasons why we were in the Starbucks, free internet), and add them to her book. Once we finish, we start in with celebrities on purple sticky notes. She has me write them out as she reads them out loud from IMDB, but to test my knowledge of favorite actors, she skipped a few names to see if I knew their birthdays or could guess their astrological sign.
COURTNEY: October 29th...
ME: Isn't that Winona Ryder?
COURTNEY: God Catie! You're obsessed!
ME: I'm not... She's just been one of my favorite actresses since Dracula --
COURTNEY: And the Crucible and Edward Scissorhands and Heathers. Catie, I know.
Christine sits giggling over every little outburst between Courtney and I... She also tested me with Madeline Kahn and a few others. For the most part, we figured out that the actors we like fall under the same signs. Also, I can read Courtney's mind.
ME: Court... You should look up Jeffrey Dean Morgan next.
COURTNEY: (shows me) That's who I was looking at! He's a Taurus. April 22nd.
We continue looking for more...
COURTNEY: What's that one guy... He's in --
ME: Christian Bale?
COURTNEY: Yes! What's his sign?
ME: I bet he's an Aquarius. I'm going to be pissed if he's an Aquarius.
COURTNEY: February 7th!
ME: No!
COURTNEY: No, Ashton Kutcher, he's February 7th.
ME: Oh ok.
COURTNEY: January 30th. Bale.
ME: (hits my head on the wall) fuck me..
COURTNEY: Hey! Jack Nicholson and Jeffrey Dean Morgan are both April 22nd!
ME: Of course.
So once we ran out of sticky notes, we left and drove Christine home. We sat outside her house and talked about how Courtney will lock her car and refuse to let Christine out of her car. Christine said she would just unlock the door. Once it came time to leave, Courtney hit the lock button. Christine couldn't find the lock on the door handle and started to laugh and panic. Once she found the lock, she tried to open the door but Courtney locked it again saying she will continue to lock it until the button breaks. Finally Christine got out, but couldn't shut the door hard enough, and Courtney had already locked the door. After laughing so hard, they figured out the problem and Courtney and I left.
Now Christine and I are sitting on skype, chatting about Titanic 2. Yeah, apparently that exists.
So this is my wild and crazy night with the girls. Now I'm going to get ready for bed and hopefully get up to go to class tomorrow... Neh.
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