surroundings

Im sitting in Starbucks right now, surrounded by all sorts of people. I have seen exactly 1 phone that was not and Iphone. Many people are on their laptops, ipads, tablets, or sitting visiting with eachother. we are all so plugged in and connected. Even I have my Iphone 5 sitting next to me, and my headphones are plugged into my lap top and I have an Ingrid Michaelson station playing on Pandora (seems appropriate, being in a coffee house)
In a way, this is sort of a dream I've had, sitting in a coffee house surrounded by people I don't know, being able to write about the people I don't know, and the afore mentioned people I don't know have no idea that they are being mentioned. For instance, the older man sitting in the easy chair next to my little fire side table had been studiously reading and marking notes over some book, then had his ipad out. young Man across from me is reading a magazine, listening to something on his tablet with with his lap top bag on the floor next his feet. one elderly lady across from me is sipping her coffee and reading the news paper, and her elderly lady companion with her has been staring into the fire place for quite a while. This isn't my usual Starbucks. This is actually my first time to spend any length of time here besides waiting for my drink to be made. I've been here for a couple hours, writing up my message for my Youth group, of which I am the current director. Having been doing that for so long, and really finishing it, I decided to take a break and write a blog. Because coffee houses filled with techy people and blog writing seemed to go hand in hand with each other.
As I was saying though, this is my first time to sit and do anything at this Starbucks. My usual place is much more predictable in its surroundings. For instance, there will always be the man there in the table to the right of the doorway, every Wednesday with a portfolio of sketches and drawings laying out, and he sits there, either drawing or taking in his surroundings. There is the Barista who looks just like a young version of Doris Day, always there (though she thinks my name is Carol, which is what she writes on my cup, usually a caramel macchiato, with, of course, an extra shot of espresso) and the young man with gaged ears and too-tight pants making drinks. Its a comforting feeling sometimes, knowing things will be as usual, at least on Wednesdays at my usual Starbucks.But this being a different Starbucks, I got a different drink from my normal caramel, and decided on Vanilla latte (with, of course, that extra shot of espresso). Nothing like breaking the mold every now and then,  just to shake things up. With that being said, and my latte being gone and my berry coffee cake eaten up, I will go now, out to my old little chevy, ( named Max). I never have trouble finding my car in this city. Its generally the oldest one in the parking lot (its a year 2000, but this is a very wealthy area) probably the noisiest, despite my new alternator and belt, and definitely the dirties, though hopefully this rain will take care of that problem. And thus ends my first post in my new blog.