It occurred to me that I’m happiest when I’m sitting in the window of a coffee shop somewhere and my nose is buried in my laptop. Doesn’t matter where I am, or what city, or how far I’ve travelled. Coffee shop. Laptop. Muse.
Then it occurred to me that I might be lame. Travelling to all these places, seeing two oceans, putting on a kazillion miles and all I’m doing is living inside the walls of a million different coffee shops… It’s like eating at McDonald’s in Chinatown, or buying your music from Wal-Mart in Nashville, or some other third thing that’s lame in a completely NOT lame place.
I’m writing this while sitting in the window of a coffee shop in Toronto by the way.
I suppose I am doing other things. I watched ‘The Green Hornet’ in 3D on Friday night (alone). I also hung out with three different friends, in three different parts of the city thus far. Took public transportation to get around and walked everywhere else. An hour ago I concluded a positive meeting with CBC.
Not only that, but I have been writing in pubs too.
Business is good, and my new office is the world’s drinking establishments. I suppose I could be doing worse. My next meeting is at a place called, ‘Friar the Firkin’ with Bravo. Don’t even know where that is, but finding it and figuring out how to get there is half the fun.