#max blooms

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Small Coffee, with Strange and Sugar

Tonight me and the little sis went to Max Bloom's, a 1940s inspired mom & pop coffee shop (I totally recommend if you're near the OC). While sitting outside admiring the darkened street, a man popped out of the bushes. It was terrifying. Not because he looked like a life endangering threat...though he was dressed to kill. He paired his big jacket and shirt with a pair of itty bitty yellow booty shorts. And I mean itty bitty. He casually peered around the corner, then did an about face, leaving a great mental image of his lacy hot pink Forever21 thong riding up his back. Me and the sis just stared at each other before busting out laughing. It was one of those moments where you're not sure if you need to get out more or invest in a padlock for the front door.

I have to appreciate getting coffee. Not popping in to grab Starbucks, but actually sitting with someone and sharing a genuine conversation, and absorbing the environment and people (well, some people are best left unabsorbed) in it. As people watched black and white movies or played scrabble inside the vintage decor of Max Bloom's, me and my little sister shared a few moments together outside. We talked about girlie things and life things, and got to share those precious moments that are trivial in the moment, but comforting and endearing in hindsight. Oh, and and we got to share them with our friend the Cross-dresser in the Night, as our bootylicious friend came back again. Except this time, the smooth criminal that my little sis is, she yelled "Oh! It's him again!" and then collapsed on the table covering her face and giggling as he passed a foot away from her. It's kind of hard not to be surprised by the likes of this guy, strutting it down the street in his daisy dukes, so I really can't blame her. We watched with confused grins as he tracked back up the street, looking for someone or something. It should be noted there's bars just on other side of this coffee shop. I'm just going to say that explains it.

I'm really starting to appreciate the concept of "getting coffee." But real coffee, with real people, in this really strange world. All in all, a productive use of caffine. Wonder where the next cup will take us...

See Becky? I told you I'd put you in a blog. It just happens to be in one about a cross dresser.