Saturday, March 25, 2006
The perfect coffeeshop
I may have found it. (well, "rediscovered" it)

Today I'm purposefully stranding myself AWAY from home, with hopes that I'll get this chapter finalized by Monday. If I stay home, I'll end up distracting myself by cleaning, napping, or anything other than writing. Not productive.

So after spending the afternoon "decidedly uncool" Broadway Roastery on 8th Street, I planned on going to another favorite caffeine haunt of mine, Joe Beans, after supper tonight. There was one slight problem with this plan -- apparently Joe Beans has gone out of business.

What's a girl to do, when she needs a pot of tea, a coffeehouse-esque environment (and preferably one with free wireless access)? I ended up at Mystic Java, a small (but decidedly hip) cafe a little further down 8th Street.

Free wireless, a pot of "monk's blend" tea for 2 bucks, and NOT crowded with obnoxious hipsters -- PRICELESS.

Not only that, but they have local musicians on Friday nights, and "mystic" readings on Mondays. I'm sold.

And now I'm getting back to finishing my chapter, honest.





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