Some of you may have read tweets about musical performances at Hartford here, or here, or here, maybe here or finally here. Let’s start with that last tweet #coheedkid.

#coheedkid’s story it pretty simple really. He’s a 16 or 17 year old kid who is a very decent guitarist and really likes progressive/rock emo bands like Coheed and Cambria or the Fall of Troy, etc. Every week him and his chain smoking, refillable coffee and soda drinking friends will swarm upon our patio and remain there all evening. About 4 to 5pm, after school now that it has started again, they show up and are in and out of the shop all night. There numbers have steadily grown since August, them and their goth clothes & the girls with their Hot Topic skirts with the Misfits logo on it without a clue where it originally came from or any idea who Glenn Danzig is.

Whatever. They’re just kids. Now, #coheedkid is nice and polite and always asks if he can take our house acoustic guitar out to the patio to play for the evening. We always obliged, and appreciate his asking. Once Open Mic Night starts, he signs up somewhere in the middle of the evening and plays two songs. They’re usually both some progressive/rock emo song by Coheed and Cambria. That is to say, the kid can rip it on guitar, usually making a mistake or two, but when he tries to play AND SING at the same time, he usually guffs it up significantly. So each week, towards the middle of the set, I have two, poorly performed 7-minute songs to look forward to. But God bless ‘em for getting up there and doing it. Everyone’s terrible before they’re good.

#coheedkid’s not even the worst part. I’d be very happy to listen to him try to play those songs all night than have to listen to a few people who read poetry during the evening. Supposedly, all it takes to be a poet is the ability to rhyme if you based it solely on the crap I’ve heard. Aren’t you aware the poetry can be about more than your relationship problems or frustrated rantings? People don’t clap after your performance because it was good, they’re just happy the poem is over.

A brief aside about the sound system. Two mics, on mic stands, into a Crate acoustic amp. Awesome.

To preface #freepaperlady‘s behavior, I need to explain a bit about our store. We carry the St. Louis Post Dispatch. It costs $1 (plus 10 cents tax.) People often buy the Post, or bring their own in, and read it in the store over a meal or just coffee. Some even leave their’s behind for others to enjoy (or for us to trash/recycle for them, whatever.) We even have a little cart by the door underneath our dish bus that collects these used papers. This is a courtesy for our guests.

Well, in comes #freepaperlady (which as a nickname was coined by @travisbursik I think, he was the first person I heard say it anyway.) This lady is older, probably upper 50′s, who comes into the store in the last hour we’re open any given evening. Let me clarify, she only comes into the store in the last hour we’re open. She immediately looks underneath the bus for the day’s Post. It’s usually there. She picks up the paper, walks over to the bar and asksstops me from the closing tasks I’m busy doing to ask for a *ahem* free cup of water. After receiving such a cup, she then finds somewhere in the cafe to sit and spread the paper out. Literally, pages strewn about all over whatever table she’s sitting at. When she finally gets up and leaves the store, usually a few minutes before close, she doesn’t return the paper to where she found it & she doesn’t put her free water cup in the bus. She leaves it all on the table for me to clean up which is rude even for our paying (and tipping!) customers. We are not a full service restaurant and you’re not a paying customer. Thanks a lot biz.

Sometimes, and boy do I relish these times, they aren’t any Post’s left by other customers. Yep, no free papers for #freepaperlady. The other night was one such night! When she came in that evening, she went through her usual routine and after seeing no Post’s, she grabbed one of the free Riverfront Times which is also by the door and come up to the register for that cup of water. Well, the Post’s we have on sale are right there by the register, and we actually had two or so left. She asked me if she could just have one of the Post’s still for sale for free since “it’s so close to the end of the day.” Are you serious? I guess I could just give you a free cup of coffee as well since, you know, we close in a half an hour and I’m just going to dump it down the drain. Goodness. I tweeted about it here. While that was pretty hilarious, nothing compares to what happened tonight.

Tonight the woman came in and did her usual thing, grabbed a paper, asked for a water, make distracting small talk that distracts you from your closing task, but then the unthinkable happened. #freepaperlady takes the cup intended for water and fills it with half and half from the coffee station. This half and half hasn’t been used in hours and was probably last filled in the early afternoon. Yeah, room temperature milk that has been on the counter for probably 5 hours. Gross. Gross. Gross! It’s one thing to be cheap, but this lady is ridiculous. Next thing you know she’ll be asking us to refill the milk containers so she can have free cold milk. Then she’ll start adding sugar or honey from the condiments, or maybe even cinnamon & chocolate powder and make a free chocolate milk. I think if it gets to that point I’ll start calling her #hobolady and ya’ll will all be in on the joke.

Moving on.

A few more frequently tweeted abouts. There’s a ton of Mom’s who come into the shop with their non-descript kids for lunch. Because Hartford has a kids area, Mom’s feel pretty comfortable having group lunch sessions there so they don’t have to worry about keeping their kids entertained. This usually means a pack of wild, screaming 2-5 year olds and a bunch of oblivious Mom’s letting them run amok. One such tweets can be found here & here. (Also, #howfire is a meme I accidentally started on twitter last year when I misspelled wanting to spit “hot fire” onto something, or someone. The error was much to my chagrin and to everyone else’s delight. So much so that I eventually embraced it. Who doesn’t like begetting a meme? Unfortunately I don’t think the original tweet exists on twitter any longer. It appears twitter only allows you to go back like 3200 tweets. Lame.

There is one Mom in particular that I named #JoanCusakMom because she looks a bit like and sounds a lot like Joan Cusak. Nothing special or ridiculous about her, and she’s really nice, but she has that voice. It’s one of the few things that sets her apart from all the other Moms who buy $6 grilled cheese & peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for their screaming kids who only eat about half their meal before the plate and food is put into the bus and not the trash, $7 meals for themselves, a $1.50 8oz cup of goldfish and $3.80 latte and sometimes a $2.50 scone or scoop of ice cream but, oh God, can they not tip because they’re on a cash allowance from “Daddy” and only have so much to spend. At least that’s what I heard anyway.

As I coin new nicknames for our patrons I’ll be sure to let ya’ll know. Obviously as it happens on twitter first, then maybe later here if there’s enough confusion. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the explanation of #freepaperlady and you’ll definitely LOL a bit more in future tweets.

Oh, and one last work related tweet about when a customer asked me if we had any Stevia.

We should be moving in, God willing, over the weekend. The current resident, so I’ve heard, should be moved out by Friday. Once I get confirmation of this from either her or my new landlord I’ll need to be making arrangements for picking up the furniture still in Greenville with Avery in our old apartment (anyone with a big truck out there who’d let us borrow it/like to help?) I know Curtis is down, but we might need another big vehicle.

Monday Caitlin, Curtis, Avery and I moved most of our stuff from Greenville out to Josh’s place in St. Louis. We’re both pretty grateful to Josh for allowing us to crash at his apartment as well as have all of our stuff strewn about his entire place. We have quite a large amount of stuff, though I was surprised that it fit in so few storage containers. If we ever move across the country or anywhere that we have to move in one day we’re definitely selling and getting rid of much more stuff before that move must be made. Such a huge hassle. And I don’t like putting people out and forcing them into hard labor without being able to really compensate (though I did buy Avery and Curtis some Mi Ranchito. Which made us equal at least.) It’s good to have great friends like Avery, Curtis and Josh.

And another thing, Richard hates driving in the car on the highway. He constantly meows in a way that says how much he hates it. I can’t imagine taking him anywhere that would take more than an hour. Even an hour was too much. We’d probably have to drug him with cat nip. Or drugs.

Today I spent the day finish up odds and ends in Greenville, cleaning our old place and moving more stuff here. I was amazed at how many things I did in about 3 hours. Returned 5 books to 4 different places, got an oil change, paid a parking ticket, turned in my key and set up getting our deposit back, deposited some checks, cleaned and arranged the left over stuff and vacuumed the old apartment and had a brewskie to cool off near the end of the cleaning and still made it back to St. Louis before Caitlin finished her shift. I’m awesome.

Oh, I think I neglected to mention before that Caitlin now works for Starbucks Coffee Company with my old manager Jen. Before I got the job at Hartford I asked Jen is she had any openings for me, but she didn’t. A few weeks later she asked me if I still needed a job but it turned out I didn’t and she was willing to give one to Caitlin ’cause she knew she was still looking. So far she’s worked three shifts and is beginning to tolerate coffee. She used to take one gulp and get sick, now she’s “double-fisting” two different drinks at the same time as she so eloquently puts it. And she made me a quite tasty Iced Double Shot today. I’m proud of her. I can’t wait for the Starbucks perks to kick back in too. Mostly the weekly 1lbs coffee or 1 box tea mark out!

Anyone have any cool fourth of July plans? I’m hoping to BBQ somewhere around lunch time and into the afternoon then go down to the river for the free Sonic Youth show. What are ya’ll doing?

Caitlin and I both had some cavities filled at a local dentist in Greenville. I had three, two on the bottom and one in between my top two front teeth while Caitlin had just one small cavity filled. My mouth was numb for like 4 hours after they did the work. It was ridiculous. My chin felt huge. Like a superhero chin or something while my tongue made me unable to properly pronounce words with consonants at their beginnings. Especially s’s and ch’s. Caitlin kept making fun of me and had a few choice words for her. Let me tell you, they didn’t have any consonants at the front.

While my mouth was de-numbifying we looked at four separate apartments around Tower Grove. One on Wyoming, Morgan Ford, Arsenal and Magnolia. All of them had their pluses and minuses and so far the best is the one on Wyoming. It’s about 4 blocks from Hartford Coffee Co. and also about 4 blocks from South Grand. It will only be two blocks from where Josh lives too, which is definitely a plus.

I’m not entirely sold on it yet, so we called another three places and we have a friend whose friend is moving out of her place next month that sounds promising. It’s a 4 family building and she has one whole half to her at, apparently, a reasonable price on Connecticut, which sounds really great. Anything under $600 for having a two story place really no matter how small is a great price for St. Louis where a lot of the landlords are more accurately slum lords.

We’re hoping to find a place this week, since we’re supposed to be out of this place by July 1st, which is Wednesday. Pray for us as we’re looking for a place, and let us know if you’d like to help us move our stuff out there this week/end…

After the apartment searching we met up with Lisa and Josh for pizza and drinks at Blackthorne Pub on Wyoming. Such delicious deep dish pizza they serve. So much food though. Tons and tons of cheese. We had a pretty good time. After pizza and sitting around there for about an hour after eating we walked to the gelato place on Grand and had a small serving of Italian gelato. It was pretty tasty. It’s not too sugary like most ice cream but at the same time I don’t think I would eat it all that often for that very reason. If I’m going to have an ice cream like food I might as well go all out, right?

We had a good time. We’re both pretty excited about being in St. Louis all the time, and being able to be around our friends more often (as well as not having to make the hour long drive out there and back each time we go. THAT we’ll be very thankful for.)

Listen to “Dark Night of the Soul” by Danger Mouse, Sparklehorse and David Lynch. It’s pretty good.