Tuesday, July 26, 2005
City Lights
There is something about downtown that energizes me even before I hit up the local coffee shop. Just driving into the city and seeing it reminds me of how much I love it. I noticed an old couple and their dog (which kinda looked like the dog from How to Lose A Guy in Ten Days) sitting on a bench. Sighing, I muttered in my thoughts about retirees taking over Asheville and trying to "normalize" it, but stopped to pet the dog anyway. Gotta feel bad for a dog shaved that terribly.
"We're taking a poll," the man said. "Are you allowed to scream if your just filled with joy for no reason downtown?" Surprised, and supposing they would be against it, I replied "Of course, if your that filled with emotion you should express it." The laughed and agreed with me heartily and explained the story behind the question: a woman getting out of her car in front of them with a big smile on her face, yelled out to the air, and walked on. I
I love sitting at Old Euro with a cup of coffee (iced in this case) watching the people go by. I always wonder (as Ian and probably many of you others do) about the stories behind the people as they walk by. I also love to listen to people talk. I'm fascinated by their conversations. One girl, at the table next to me, was telling her boyfriend (or at least I suppose that's who he was) about how she was thrown into a situation as a spanish translator where she had to translate for a hospital when she didn't even know the medical stuff in English much less Spanish. Interesting, seeing that is my major. Two older men were sharing the last ten years of their life with eachother. And then there was him. I see him there everytime but dont' know his name. Once, he played my classical guitar and he played well. I think he is the manager but I can't be sure. He sits, listens and watches. Sometimes random people will sit with him. I bet he has heard so many stories and so many ideas. Sounds of drums, violins, and guitars filled the air as we wondered across town and up into an old loft where there were people dancing in unison to the beat of the drums. Organic foods, used books, and ice cream not only wonderful for tonight but bring back memories of post game times, some filled with happy chatter, others glum consilations for a well fought battle.
I'm really looking forward to Bele Chere. I'm excited about the Clemson people coming up, but I'm torn with wanting to hang out a bit with the grace crew. They're getting up early Saturday and cooking breakfast on the street out by the Vance Monument. How fun is that? Heck yea.
Found some good restuarants downtown. I'm gonna write that so I dont' forget to go there sometime. You know me, I'll never remember.
Tengan una noche hermosa con con sueños dulces de de la vida y la alegría. Miren las estrellas y la luna. Tresure la belleza.
"We're taking a poll," the man said. "Are you allowed to scream if your just filled with joy for no reason downtown?" Surprised, and supposing they would be against it, I replied "Of course, if your that filled with emotion you should express it." The laughed and agreed with me heartily and explained the story behind the question: a woman getting out of her car in front of them with a big smile on her face, yelled out to the air, and walked on. I
I love sitting at Old Euro with a cup of coffee (iced in this case) watching the people go by. I always wonder (as Ian and probably many of you others do) about the stories behind the people as they walk by. I also love to listen to people talk. I'm fascinated by their conversations. One girl, at the table next to me, was telling her boyfriend (or at least I suppose that's who he was) about how she was thrown into a situation as a spanish translator where she had to translate for a hospital when she didn't even know the medical stuff in English much less Spanish. Interesting, seeing that is my major. Two older men were sharing the last ten years of their life with eachother. And then there was him. I see him there everytime but dont' know his name. Once, he played my classical guitar and he played well. I think he is the manager but I can't be sure. He sits, listens and watches. Sometimes random people will sit with him. I bet he has heard so many stories and so many ideas. Sounds of drums, violins, and guitars filled the air as we wondered across town and up into an old loft where there were people dancing in unison to the beat of the drums. Organic foods, used books, and ice cream not only wonderful for tonight but bring back memories of post game times, some filled with happy chatter, others glum consilations for a well fought battle.
I'm really looking forward to Bele Chere. I'm excited about the Clemson people coming up, but I'm torn with wanting to hang out a bit with the grace crew. They're getting up early Saturday and cooking breakfast on the street out by the Vance Monument. How fun is that? Heck yea.
Found some good restuarants downtown. I'm gonna write that so I dont' forget to go there sometime. You know me, I'll never remember.
Tengan una noche hermosa con con sueños dulces de de la vida y la alegría. Miren las estrellas y la luna. Tresure la belleza.
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