February 25, 2003

so i'm moving to houston. this summer. for a couple months. last summer i drove all around the country and this summer i wanted something a little different but still crazy. so i thought why not move to another part of the country for a couple months? i think most of you who would give a crap already know. i'll get to hang out with sarah and rozi and it sounds like a little recording on the new brotherluck album might be in order. but anyway it's becoming more and more official every day. i have a place to live, and upon finding out the address of my summer residence, i made calls to a couple starbucks stores that i could transfer to. ready for the irony? i found out today (was not aware of this before) that the place where i will be staying is 5 minutes away from where rock star lives. or lived. i guess he moved awhile back, though he said it wasn't far from his old place. more irony? of the few starbucks locations i called that are closest to my future home for the summer, the one that is most likely to give me hours is the one... get this... across the parking lot from where he works. or at least i think it is. after i talked to the manager i was looking at the address and burst into spontaneous laughter. i don't think it gets much funnier than this folks. i mean i wasn't planning on telling him that i was coming down, i don't really care to see him or talk to him or anything. but it doesn't get much freakier than walking into the starbucks next to your store, ordering your custom iced grande soy raspberry chai latte, and seeing some chick you dated, who you thought lived in chicago, working behind the counter in houston. so if it happens that i do end up working there, the moral dilemma i face is whether or not to warn rock star beforehand or cherish that priceless look on his face when and if he unwittingly walks into the store. right now door number two is sounding much more appealing. course the downside to that is that i look like a stalker. but seriously, somebody tell me why that is such a bad thing. because i think it is freaking hilarious.

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