Ladro

I've become a bit of a regular at Cafe Ladro on lower Queen Anne (got my own mug, as well), and have taken to the baristas, most of whom I know now.

I have a couple favorites, and the one working the bar right now is the most endearing one; smart and eccentric and little, looking kind of like an early-seventies hippie playing music and eating shrooms in the woods, or actually a lot like one of the Band of Horses guys. Attractive in an eccentric way- fine, pretty underneath his beard I think. Soulful eyes that he might be playing up for me, because he's a secret, quiet flirt. He was just telling me to check out some photographer, and a musician, who are totally obscure, but worked together on some music, a french name, and I pretty much had no idea what he was talking about, but had to feign vague recognition to not feel like a complete moron while paying for my coffee. I told him I'd look them up, I thought that worked out okay. But now I've totally forgotten the name, I think it was Jean-Michel something. Drat.

Has excellent taste in music as well- Beatles, Miles Davis, Tom Petty, The Cure all tonight.

"You don't have to live like a refugee..." Which is true, so I'm heading home, since it's getting late.