Bucket List Item 27: shriek and cause a scene in a coffee shop when meeting a FEMALE ‘Logan’.
Until this day – I was resigned to walk alone on this earth, the sole ‘Logan’ with female parts. But there I am, in the cafe, draped effortlessly against the counter waiting for my coffee (or to be discovered by a talent agency – seriously, you should see my drape) when a single question changes my life. Forever.
“Are YOU Logan?”
I look up – ready to launch into my “yes, yeah I know – boy’s name. Mhmmm. Confusing no? You’ll be thinking about this one for days. Now give me my drink.”. I nod and she says (quite casually) “Wow I’ve never met another girl named Logan”. At this point, all hell breaks loose as my neck nearly snaps when I whip around to take her all in. I just about destroy her work station as I thrust my hands at her – ready to maul her if it means I can physically connect with Girl-Logan and I emit garbled/strangled noises of joy and disbelief. When I eventually stop crying and convince her I’m passionate, not dangerous – we bond and become life-long friends (I’m currently scouting best-friends-foreva bracelets). Those of you who may need a more visual representation of this story can clearly see how miserable life was prior to finding my name-sister (see above) and how I now jump with joy in every step (see below). Logans can do that to you. Especially the girl ones.
Our day continues with rainyyyyyy dog walks (yay Lost Lake) and a stroll through the Village. I come across a Roots toque I have been flirting with for the past year and decide we are ready to take our blossoming relationship to the next level (paying it to come home with me). No regrets thus far.
For affordable, homey and de-frieking-licious food – we default (ALWAYS) to Gone Eatery. This place is super cozy, lots of seating, has free wi-fi (perfect for any netflix emergency you may have) and food that makes your heart, guts and tastebuds sing. Go for the soup (homemade soups with massive slices of mouth-watering bread) but continue going back to try everything else. Also – it is crib-board friendly (bring your own). Thanks to my dear sister and brother-in-law, we have been converted into competitive crib players. At Gone, we invest a couple hours in trying to demolish the each other. Cribbing (totally a term), chowing down and trying to kick each other’s asses? A downright solid luncheon.
Packing up is never the fun part but pack we must and make our 1.5 hour drive back to the city. The humans are not the only beings who resent this process. Whenever we drive for extended periods of times with the dogs (who ride in the trunk) – we will often get strange sensations that something… or someone is watching us. This will continue until either a nose slowly/subtly settles between us or we whip around to catch an escapee red-handed (see above). Tuck has taken to slinking out of the trunk to precariously perch atop the cooler. I am confident he is power-tripping and must do what he can to always be highest and most dominant. Jerk.
Smelly dogs, dining-dates-out, beautiful backdrops and people named Logan (who are NOT small boys – they are always small boys)… Whister – it’s always a pleasure.