Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Fantastic new joint and old old post

I went to quite possibly the most glam coffee shop in the midwest. There is a joint called Caffe Milano on Gravois near Morganford that looks like a hip cafe at a hip airport in Europe. It is stunning. They dropped a lot of cash into the place. It really is something else. I was in after the Fish Fry at Saint Stephens. It was the most beautiful people of the southside coming in as a start for their weekend. People were walking up and down the street to other cafes. People were really dressed up. It looked like a European model convention. There was a really nice diversity in the ages, but everyone was definitely thoughtful in their wardrobe. They had flat screen TVs with Euro Dance Party on. Far more hip than what I am used to. For more hip than Wash Ave, the "Grove" or any of that scene. I met the owner, Yato, and spoke to him for a while. He has quite a few places around. This is the real deal. He did the place up right in his own style. Check the site for more pictures.

Also, here is an old post when I made my first attempt at blogging back 2002. I accidentally found the post when trying to access my blogger, and went to a lost unknown account. I started blogging back in the summer of 2004. There was only one post on the 2002 blog and this was it:

I was at the crazy eights trivia Saturday at the Grand Oak Hill Community Center. Much fun with this interesting and somewhat rowdy crews of triva competitors. I was selling 50/50 and sat down at one of the tables to take a break. The table was stacked w/ jovial trivia experts from the Bonasch posse to the Conn Street Crew. There was a good neighbor guide on the table w/ none other than Jenny Florida's picture on the front. Jenny was sitting at this table of experts. I paged through the booklet, checking out what it means to be a good neighbor. There was a lot of standard stuff about property maintenance and such. There was stuff in there about having your animals vaccinated. There was something in there about outdoor storage. I noticed that my father would be in violation of the outdoor wood storage if he lived in the city. It never knew that wood caused rat infestation. We had bunnies in the wood pile once. Against our wishes, the dog wound up taking care of that "problem". Poor bunnies. I also noticed that you are not supposed to have more than four animals per household. I heard of this before, but never thought of it cuz I don't own any animals that I know of. I wound up chatting w/ the people at the table for a bit about neighborliness.

During the break I went outside the doors along the railing to talk to a crew of boys. I had worked w/ a couple of them before. They were all excited to be out. They were at the age to talk big game and had no problem doing so. They asked about my car. They asked about Percy Green, the guy who I took them to meet. They asked about the bike. They just wanted to talk. To do something. Anything. Attention. Earlier, they had asked one of the people there for something to drink and were told to scoot along. I noticed that they were obviously bored and decided to give them some of that attention they desired. I went out and the kids got excited that someone was paying attention to them. I asked them what they were up to. They kept jumping around and
talking excitedly. They asked for something to drink again. I decided to get them a drink, against the wishes of one of the people that asked them to scoot. Perhaps I did the wrong thing, but I was bored too and I was enjoying hanging out and conversing w/ the kids. I grabbed them some lemonade. They could see me coming with the cups. They started to jump around all excited and calling me all sorts of unusual complimentary names as I came through the door. I think they were complimentary, but I have been called far worse names that I understood. I kind of like the term O.G.(original gangsta). The kids also used a verbally indefinable descriptive term of Shizzn-insert word here. I told each kid "you are welcome" in the kindly way to remind them to say thank you, which they did. It kind of gave them a gentle shock to pull that courtesy out, but it did come out. I learned that trick from my moms. The kids already said thanks to me with their odd language of compliments, but all I did was remind them of the more formal, "proper" and simple way to say thanks. But the kids were so excited they wanted to say more than a regular thank you. They wanted to high five, knock fists and call me O.G., the man, the shizznit etc. Same thing really. I then told the kids to not rat me out to the lady for bringing them a drink against her wishes. I also told them to "treat her right". They were cool w/ this, but I knew a reminder certainly did not hurt. Then one of the kids, Randy, started talking game again. Randy said something ambiguous about the lady and her husband. There was a guy standing behind us who took offense at this. It was her husband. Uh oh. He was peeved indeed. It was hard to say if the kid was insulting or not, but it certainly was inappropriate. I asked the kid a favor. I went up to Randy and asked him to apologize.

He shot a sorry across to him. I slowly went next to the kid and told him softly "It ain't no big deal. Just go over there and say you are sorry to him like a man." He was being shy and slowly walked over. He softly said sorry and hurried back to his place on the railing over by me. I then told Randy softly "that wasn't so bad. You know you got to treat the lady right. She takes care of you. And that means you gotta treat her friends right too." The husband still appeared a bit peeved for he slammed the door shut when one of the kids, Travis, tried to go inside himself. Travis was already a bit jumpy and this put him into a bit of shock. But as boys are, he was crafty. He played it cool. He went around back to find a way in. And he did. And Travis came out triumphantly through the front door with one of the head guys at the center holding a tray of chips. After the kids dove into the chips and making a mess one of the more astute kids asked for a broom. Randy wanted to sweep up the front of center. I went in and got it for him and they did sweep up, but not without a lot of conversation on how to do so and who was going to do it. This was quite amusing. But the front was clean, or as clean as wound up kids sweep on a Saturday
night. I asked the kids what they were up to later that night. They started talking big game again, so in other words they had no definite plans. I then headed back in to do 50/50. I hope the kids stayed out of too much trouble. I hope the husband or the lady wasn't upset with me either.

Later on I went to a get together in south city of some interesting folks. The inhabitant had a most interesting decorated place. Almost like a movie set, w/ characters and all. A very interesting party. He also had some very interesting dogs and cats. They were some odd beautiful mix breeds. Very healthy looking. He makes them their food w/ fresh chicken and such. These animals eat better than most humans.

He loves the animals quite a bit. They are fairly well behaved, especially considering that there was a crowd of people. He spoke of how he walks the dogs all the time. They looked lean and happy. I then started counting. One, two, three, four...four dogs. One, two, three...three cats. Uh, oh. He is breaking the law or at least being a bad neighbor. I can't remember if the booklet said if it was the law or just being a bad neighbor. Is it my duty as a good citizen to notify Saint Louis' finest of this lawbreaker?


Blogger Beth said...

Thanks for stopping by our fish fry at Saint Stephen Protomartyr!

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