When I was deciding where to eat lunch today, one of my concerns was "Where has the best outdoor patio?" It's an absolutely beautiful spring day, and I have this intense need to be outside. I decided on Gina's Pizza, because they have one of the best patios - it's not a solid cover, but more of a latticed patio, so enough sunshine gets through to warm you up, without being in direct sunlight and making you overheated.
I found a table at the edge of the patio, right next to a rosemary plant. The patio was relatively deserted, only a few other tables taken. It was very quiet and peaceful with the perfect amount of sun peaking through. I sat and ate my sandwich in this peaceful setting, reading the book that Bobby's mom gave me, One Hundred Years of Solitude
. I'm only 20 pages in or so, but it's been a good read so far. Near the end of my lunch, when I probably should have already been packing up and heading back to work, a group of eight or so college kids came and took up the two tables next to me. They were loud and boisterous... and shattered the quiet. I suddenly couldn't concentrate on my reading. I wanted to tell them to be quiet, but decided I was being a spoil-sport, and just packed up and went back to work.
Damn kids. :)
1 comment:
That made me chuckle...
maybe because I can relate...
I use to feel that way at the old apartments.... come the weekend... those young ones made all kinds of noise.... which reminds me when I had my first studio at 18... my neighbor who was older would bang on my wall when I was being to loud with friends over and music on... I use to get so annoyed with him for doing that and thought HE was so rude.... clearly looking back now... I can see I was the rude one.
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