Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
You’ll have to excuse the long, sad-time rant over here, but I just learned that my favorite place in the world closed down.
This little place meant so much to me. And I’m warning you if you’re lactose intolerant: it’s about to get incredibly cheesy.
I’ve lost a friend. Seriously. That’s what it feels like.
I started going here my freshman year of high school (‘05-‘06) and it was my little home away from home. I didn’t realize I could be so attached to a place but I’m clearly finding that out now.
Countless, life-changing, me-altering things happened there that I hope and pray I never forget.
This is where my love for actual tea, and coffee, and nutella (back when I really liked it) and a certain kind of music, and a certain kind of girl, and a lot of other little bits and pieces of the person I am now, came into fruition. If there was a place that held the record for walls-that-I-laughed-the-most in, it would have been right there.
I’m going to miss every single detail about it.
All those funky, mismatched mugs, fixtures and pieces of furniture, with all those funky, mismatched people on them.
The lattes and the laptops, the books, the chess table, the newspapers, the smells, the sandwiches, the local baked goods, the sarcastic tip jar, the bulletin board, the squeeze bottle of simple syrup that never really settled, the banisters plastered with old pulp comic book pages, the “live, nude turtles” in the back area, in a bathtub, that beautiful waitress who I loved, the creepy tall guy, the twins that used to own it, the chalkboards, the art on the wall, and their silly little business card with a hastily doodled alien in a flying “saucer” on it — Damn it. I used to have so many of those.
The last known place I had one of those cards, which might as well be a holy relic now, was in a french fry wallet that got incinerated If you’ve been following me long enough, a lot of this should sound familiar. I tore up my room about an hour ago, looking for an older wallet that might have one in it. Can’t find any. But I remember it. It was a visual pun after-all.
The way it looked inside when it was dark out is something I hope is burned into my memory. Around Christmas time? forget it. I don’t even want to think about it right now.
Sure there was the mall, and the library, and so many other places. They mean a lot to me too, but they’ll also be around a lot longer. This was my Central Perk. This was my, wherever the power-rangers, and Saved by the bell kids hung out at. And there were even other cafes, but this place was something all together very different. This was my flying saucer.
