This weekend, as much as I want to make up some grandiose lie, was boring and rather lackluster. I spent the whole weekend reading and finishing up an essay — typical Hopkins student, eh?
However, the one thing that I can say that made my boring weekend rather fun was going to Starbucks at the crack of dawn and people watching.
I went with my roommate at half-past six in the morning to sit in a stool that was quite uncomfortable and write about persuasion techniques in Shakespeare’s “Julius Caesar.” But that’s a topic for another day.
We were sitting in Starbucks with our awesome Christmas cups — yes, Starbucks has brought out the Christmas cups! Anyway, as we were sitting with our Christmas cups, I wrote my glorious essay while my roommate studied for a huge test she had the following day.
Between studying and writing, we were people watching and that is one of the best things to do while you’re at Starbucks — in fact, it’s practically the only thing to do. I have a few favorites that I witnessed between unavoidable bouts of boredom and laziness.
While sipping my Peppermint Mocha and munching on my bagel, I just sat and watched people come and go.
Some of the best customers were children with their parents. There was one group where a dad with a British accent (OMG) was asking what his kids wanted. It was the cutest thing in the world!
My second experience involving little kids at Starbucks in the wee hours of the morn, was when my roommate almost answered a dad asking a kid — not my roommate — if he wanted milk or not.
Let’s just say she was standing precariously on the edge of awkwardness.
The last person that caught my attention (it was a rather slow Sunday), was a man, an older gent in his mid-forties who had obviously just come from a run. As a runner myself, I don’t judge when someone either 1) looks ridiculous while actually running or 2) is wearing something absolutely ridiculous while running — by that I mean bright orange spandex (I still get shivers at the thought).
This man, bless him, was wearing earmuffs and tight — very tight — running leggings that left nothing to the imagination. It was a little scarring.
There’s not much more to say about the past weekend but there will hopefully be something more exciting next weekend, finger crossed!
However, in the meantime, go to Starbucks like me and do some people watching.
