A Scene for the 21 an Over
April 12th 2007 14:32
Me and Benny were walking around the Darlinghurst area on a Thursday night, him wanting a feed and me something alcoholic. As we reach Stanley St, I kick into cafe mode and decide I'm all for a coffee.
Ben notices my shift in attitude. He gets on some, "Nah, Al... don't start with this cafe crap. I don't want anything to do with it."
At times I feel as though if you don't know of Bill and Toni's, you don't know me. This simply wasn't ones of those nights. Although he'd been drinking for the past few hours, and felt hungry, he didn't understand the logic. He's not really into the academic friends either, and possibly thinks the two scenes relate. I bounce off the feeling of being a wanker like the worldwide lover (I'll be gone tomorrow baby) that I am.
My love of cafes dates back to three years ago, when I turned 21. Most of my friends had left the area, and my tobacco addiction was at a peak. So what is a Bondi boy to do?
Start hanging out at the cafes, of course.
I spent the most part of my cafe time observing passers-by and the sitting ducks with which, to this day, I avoid feeling like a goose. Especially when I only want a coffee and an ashtray.
I slowly moved on to reading in them. Gotta admit, magazines and newspaper liftouts are ideal for this type of scene. I have never read a book in a cafe, and can't understand those who use their laptops in them.
Now, I write in them. Blank paper, pen, and a flat white. Heaven on Earth. Without the smoking, the coffee makes me broody. On a cold yet sunny day, the perfect setting for me to write is inside a bustling cafe. Music? Even better.
I have found a place more stimulating than the library in which to write in, at the same time being out there in a world of hospitable insularity. This, to me, is why the cafe culture in Australia thrives.
Whoever, wherever my niche is, they should know where to find me.
Ben notices my shift in attitude. He gets on some, "Nah, Al... don't start with this cafe crap. I don't want anything to do with it."
At times I feel as though if you don't know of Bill and Toni's, you don't know me. This simply wasn't ones of those nights. Although he'd been drinking for the past few hours, and felt hungry, he didn't understand the logic. He's not really into the academic friends either, and possibly thinks the two scenes relate. I bounce off the feeling of being a wanker like the worldwide lover (I'll be gone tomorrow baby) that I am.
My love of cafes dates back to three years ago, when I turned 21. Most of my friends had left the area, and my tobacco addiction was at a peak. So what is a Bondi boy to do?
Start hanging out at the cafes, of course.
I spent the most part of my cafe time observing passers-by and the sitting ducks with which, to this day, I avoid feeling like a goose. Especially when I only want a coffee and an ashtray.
I slowly moved on to reading in them. Gotta admit, magazines and newspaper liftouts are ideal for this type of scene. I have never read a book in a cafe, and can't understand those who use their laptops in them.
Now, I write in them. Blank paper, pen, and a flat white. Heaven on Earth. Without the smoking, the coffee makes me broody. On a cold yet sunny day, the perfect setting for me to write is inside a bustling cafe. Music? Even better.
I have found a place more stimulating than the library in which to write in, at the same time being out there in a world of hospitable insularity. This, to me, is why the cafe culture in Australia thrives.
Whoever, wherever my niche is, they should know where to find me.
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Comment by Nickoftime's Sanity Corner
Take care,
Nick
Comment by Ash
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
Ahhhh this is just my sort of living... except without the coffee and the smokes *grins* .... but a hot drink, a pen and pad and a lazy afternoon in a cafe? heaven on earth.... especially when the sun is just starting to set and you get that yellow glow that comes with the fading day... inspirational!
ash
Comment by Optomistic Opportunism
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Optomystic Opportunism
Dude,
If you don't stop making a different blog for each post you do.... OCD?
And the homepage pic? Is it just pride? Or are unlimited blogs and a 'me when I was fit' pic your way of receiving attention from whoever's into that type of thing.
Sorry, had to speak my mind here.
Ash,
Glad you agree. I think I might have to try the sunrise cafe scene sometime, maybe when I get older and need less sleep.
Cheers for droppin by stud muffin,
Opto