Normally I am not a coffee drinker. But a local recommended Jules Coffeeshop on Pearl Street as a great place to get some overdue blogging work done. [Besides, given my cheese-addled diet for the next two weeks, I figure a little strong coffee can't hurt in my quest to keep moving product (if you know what I mean)].
I chased the double espresso with an ample bowl of delicious vegetable chili, then spent a delightful hour pretending I was a harried graduate student working on his thesis, but actually eavesdropping on the student in the booth next to me bragging about how a SWAT team had to be called to his last kegger. This guy and his coral necklace apparently knows how to party. And he used the adjective "unbelievable" more times to describe the chaos than Scott Hamilton uses the word to describe an Olympic ice dancing routine.
Rock on, party master. Rock on.