Ezequiel and I arrived at Mochas! around 12:30 p.m. I ordered a Green Goddess smoothie, a coconut macaroon, and sat at the first booth by the window. Every time that I’ve been to Mochas! it’s been busy – like no seating available busy – and that was the case again today. According to my administrative assistant, Brenda, Mochas! is the place to be. Her granddaughter swears by this place – and you can always trust a 17 year old girl when it comes to cute coffee shops, right?
Ezequiel got to work right away reading a book about Asian American college students for his position as Assistant Hall Director at the University of Portland. I waited for my smoothie before settling in and observing the happenings around me.
There are three pairs and three solos at Mochas! this afternoon. For the pairs, we have two girls at the table in the center of the shop eating lunch and chatting quietly to one another, a couple two booths back from us that arrived at the same time we did with backpacks and books, and work sprawled across the table, and the last pair is a cute young couple. I assume they’re in high school or are in their early college years. They share drinks and conversation, but have no work in front of them.
The three solos are all working on something. A young blonde sits on the couch along the wall with her coffee on the end table next to her and a computer on her lap. An older man sits at a two-top along the back wall with his computer open, books open, and headphones in. The third is a young man, I assume to be in his late twenties. He sits at the two-top to the left of the booth that Ezequiel and I occupy. He sips his coffee slowly and barely looks up from his phone. He is either really into social media, is reading a great article, or is busy responding to emails. I don’t think it’s the latter.
One of the baristas shouts a drink order “Shot in the Dark!” and then proceeds to sing the lyrics “and you’re too late” and I can’t help but laugh to myself.
Three more people walk in and join the couple two booths back. There’s now five in that small booth and I think about how uncomfortable they must be as I have my legs sprawled out on the bench I’m in and my back against the window – ahhh! This is the life!
The five in the booth are talking loudly now but I can’t make out anything that they’re saying.
A barista brings a bagel out to the girl sitting on the couch but it wasn’t hers, and she realizes it belongs to one of the girls from the five in the booth group. The girl who the bagel belongs to is now sharing her experience taking Spanish classes loudly enough for the whole cafe to hear.
The baristas are talking about spring weddings and a slow love song plays on the radio.
A man in a hat and a flannel walks in carrying the cutest baby I’ve ever seen. He walks back out with a car seat and no baby, and I’m really confused. Do I get up and search for this child? Is there a daycare here? Does he own the place? What’s happening? I turn to look out the window after him in time to see he and a woman putting the child in the car seat. There must be a back door or something. I’m still confused. They get in a car and drive away leaving me with so many questions.
A young woman walking a dog catches my eye now. I see way more dogs here than I do in Vermillion…weird.
American Pie now plays on the radio and I sing along and Ezequiel laughs at me a little.
The hippiest camper van that I have ever seen rolls up to the drive-through window and I am ecstatic. I just love camper vans…and hippies.
A man who looks like he just strolled off the golf course walks up and orders an ice cream cone, and I am reminded of my summers in Northern Michigan. Tourist towns don’t change whether you’re in Michigan or Colorado. You still see the same demographic of people.
A young man in a beanie, ripped jeans, and a wire wrapped stone necklace walks in and joins the five in a booth group forcing them to pull up a two-top from the center of the room. They’re talking about religion so I’m not sure if they’re meeting for class or church or if they’re just a deeply philosophical bunch of people.
The cute couple in the back leaves and they’re replaced by an old man with a white beard who orders a cup of chocolate ice cream and takes the booth directly behind me.
A guy with camo shorts and a checkered button up shirt rides his skateboard outside. He ties his dog to the bench by the door, comes in for a drip coffee, and leaves.
I decide to order a veggie sandwich for lunch and am told that Joel is a nice name by the cashier!
OK, I lied earlier. I am now looking at the cutest little boy ever. He is wearing a fleece hoodie with bears on it and he is climbing on chairs at the empty table next to me while his parents order at the counter. He keeps coming up to me and pointing at his wrist and saying “hurt”, so I ask him what happened and he repeats “hurt” over and over to me. His father comes over and tells me that he was poked by a cactus a month ago and has been whining about it since. I laugh and tell the little boy that it will feel better soon. The dad scoops up the little boy and take him with him so that he doesn’t have to keep coming over and bothering us…little does he know that they’re not a bother at all. They leave and I wave at my new pal through the window.
The old man behind me is now listening to something about Donald Trump on his tablet…without headphones…I do not want to hear this. Byyyyyyeeee!
Come Together by The Beatles plays and I think about my annoyance toward the man behind me. I try to let it go. No harm Joel, come together!
I start reading my new book – it’s one of the inspirations for writing this blog actually – and let myself sink into it.
Sweet Home Alabama is now playing and it feels like summer in this quiet coffee shop.
I continue reading allowing myself to stop only to listen to the songs playing on the radio and the sound of beans being ground or smoothies being blended. Brown Eyed Girl plays followed by Running Down a Dream.
I finish chapter one of my book and decide it’s time to move. Ezequiel and I leave Mochas! and head back to the apartment. This is episode three of The Flannelogues.