Silent Disco

This week was fairly casual. I had to work at a different Starbucks then my own all week, which I was none too please about, but got over fairly quickly and tried to make the best of. Highlights of my experience there would have to be breaking up an intense make out session between a raging ginger and his girlfriend in the basement sitting area of the store, being asked if I was Australian by a (most likely) senile old man who then proceeded to periodically wave at me from across the store for the rest of his time at Starbucks (approximately three hours). Finally I enjoyed when a disgruntled looking women entered the store, searched for seating, then decided she should order first. I was on till and she proceeded to waddle up and scream DIET COKE in my face. I replied with excuse me and she again yelled diet coke- to which I replied simply we do not serve big gulps here sorry. *side note I've also been asked if we serve fries, gravy, pizza, and if there was alcohol in the Irish cream syrup.

Friday I attended a silent disco at the train station. Incredible. There were a bunch of people walking around looking very self aware with head phones around there necks and then as soon as the clock struck seven everyone just rocked out. I enjoyed a play lists featuring Canned heat by jamiriquoi, and I'm a Scat man, by Scat man to name a few. As one would expect there was a man sitting on a bench in the middle of the mayhem with not a clue of what was going on so I did the most logical thing- dance up on him. He was overjoyed- I could tell because as soon as I left him alone he proceeded to run with all his luggage (which included a pair of skis I might add) to the nearest exit.

Messages to pass on:
*silent disco pics will be up shortly
*great talking to you family- pleasure as always
*should be some excellent blogging material in the next few days with Emily's arrival, a very crucial rugby match and the attendance of an open mic night.