This place has been crazy today, packed with college kids cramming for finals. We’ve been a little bit short on help, too, having to adjust schedules for exams. Heather, the sweet, gorgeous new girl who almost (almost) makes a gay man want to be straight, had to take three nights off this week – two for rehearsals and Thursday night for a recital. She’s a music major focusing in voice performance, and she invited Wendell and me to the recital. Wendell’s probably going to go, but of course someone has to hold down the fort here, and I guess that’s going to be me. I’d like to go and see what happens when she opens up a little bit, like maybe she’s a little less reserved when she’s on stage. I’ve tried to get her to be a little bit less shy around customers, and I can tell she’s working on it, but she’s not quite there yet.
Then there’s Chad, one of our regulars, who might be the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen in this town. I actually hit on him once years ago, or so he tells me – I must have been pretty wasted. I can definitely see why I would. I’ve been secretly lusting after him since he started spending all his time here, but I unfortunately think that he might really be straight. I’ve seen him looking at Heather, and if he’s not going to go for me, I really wish he would just ask her out and get it over with. He’s not like some of the other guys who come in here and drool over all the girls. There’s definitely something about Heather that appeals to him. I know he used to have a little thing for Dana, but who doesn’t – she’s, as my brother put it, “hot.” She’s a little firecracker, too. She’s got a mouth on her, when the customers are out of earshot. It explains why Wyatt’s been lusting after her; he likes girls that act like badasses. Wyatt pretty much likes girls, period, which is why 95% of the employees here are college-aged females. None of them are uggos, either, but I’m as much behind that as he is. Who wants to come in for a latte and find an ugly barista? Or barrister? Is barrister even the term for a male barista? I know barrister is the British term for lawyer, but it seems that it should be the term for males who brew coffee. I’ll have to ask that British guy that I’ve been chatting with online, maybe he’ll know…
I’ve been totally slacking off today, as I tend to do when Wyatt’s not around, which he isn’t because he went to the casino for the afternoon. He likes to play craps, even though I don’t think he or anyone else in the world understands how to play it. A far as I can tell he’s had pretty good luck with it, judging by the amount of coke he’s been inhaling as of late. I can’t judge, I did my fair share of drugs in college, and have been known to indulge in the occasional late evening blunt, and Wyatt seems to have his coke habit under control for the most part. He’s still able to function most of the time, and while I will admit that I am at times concerned, I know when he’s in a downward spiral and he’s not there yet. I am, after all, the one who sent him to rehab in the first place, the one who’s walked him to his AA meetings every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning for the past three and a half years. If things get bad, I’ll step in. But they haven’t.
The late afternoon rush is starting, so I’d better get back up to the counter and supervise things while I wait for Wyatt to get back and regale me with gambling stories.
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