So I was on Craigslist… (oh good grief, I know what a toxic wasteland it is, just get off my case already.)

So anyhoo, I was on Craigslist in the strictly platonic section, and surprisingly enough, I find an ad by a girl looking for someone to accompany her for pleasant conversations and the best hot cocoa she could find in the city. She had read an article listing the best 22 places to find hot chocolate and was planning to check them all out, and her ad was an invitation to join her on her chocolatey journey. I thought it was the most adorable thing I ever read, and promptly sent her an email.

You think I got a response? Of course not.

So you know what, hell with it, I’ll go visit these places myself and sip my own damned cocoa. I managed to find the article she was referring to, so now I can make my own chocolatey journey through the city, probably starting New Year’s Day. New Year’s Day is the best time to go joyriding around Manhattan too, practically everyone is in bed with a hangover while the sober, smart ones among us have the whole city to ourselves.

So I’ll just have to dance alone as usual, but I’m not going to let that stop me from having a good time.

Tags: city, conversations, craigslist, girl, hot chocolate, hot cocoa, manhattan, new year, women suck
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Well actually, it was last night.  Well the night before, whatever.  Anyways, true to my promise, I took a trek out into the great unknown, and right away I knew the night was going to be trouble.  I first made a stop at a gas mart that had a Dunkin’ Donuts, where two Hispanic guys cut in front of me in line, chirping in rapid fire Spanish that quickly reminded me of how much I hated that disgusting language.  I mean really, it’s worse than listening to German.

“Yo, dude-os.  Get-o the #$%^-o out of my way-o.  Comprendo?”

After that unpleasant experience, I made my way onto the highway, right into the billowing smoke of what had to have been a chemical fire that was taking place nearby, because my eyes were watering and my nostrils stunk of burning plastic.  I stopped by a 7-11 (because I never got a chance to get my coffee at Dunkins’, for reasons I best not get into here,) bought some crappy tasting coffee, then got into my car and noticed my engine light was on.

Yep, it was gonna be that kind of night.

So I finally get on the interstate, and I’m trying to understand why the people behind me were driving too fast, while the people in front of me were driving too slow, and this little game of chicken goes on for about 30 minutes or so, until the traffic finally started to break and I could activate my cruise control.  After about a couple of hours driving, I pulled into a shopping center that had a Starbucks so I could get a Gingerbread Latte, only it had closed just a few minutes before.

Yep, it was gonna be that kind of night.

The stores did have lovely Christmas displays though, so I managed to get this nice shot while I brooded in misery:

I pulled into another 7-11 after another 20 minutes of driving, because I wanted, yay, NEEDED, hot chocolate, and of course the machine was broken.

Yep, it was most definitely gonna be that kind of night. 

Things finally started to break my way a little when I came across another 7-11 only 5 minutes after stopping by the first one, and this time they had all the hot chocolate I needed.  I kept on driving past vineyards and whatnot, and started noticing roads with cute names like this one:

Could my dream girl be living here?

My plan was to find a park void of any lights so I could break out my camera and tripod and shoot pictures of the moon and the stars in all their glory.  Of course the one park I could find was closed and locked up.  Sigh.  So here I am, pretty much surrounded by the Atlantic Ocean, and not knowing where the flip to go where I wouldn’t be bothered by the park police or neighborhood patrol or whoever.  I wound up driving into a dead end in a private neighborhood somewhere that took me right up to the beach.  There were no street lights so I figured this was as good a place as any, and I just had to hope the houses nearby didn’t see me and call the cops on me for daring to pollute their existence with my non-luxury vehicle in such close proximity.  I got out and the wind sliced through me like an angry cold mother…

But I was determined, so I broke out my tripod, turned on my car stereo to “Bad Moon Rising,” and managed to take the crappiest night shots of the sky that even a 5 year old could have outdone.  Here’s one of the moon:

I also managed a nightshot of 3 stars that I’m always seeing every time I look at the sky.  I wonder what formation this bright group of three stars belongs to, since they seemed to follow me everywhere:

Here’s a closer view of the three stars I’m referring to:

Anyone know what group this 3 star formation is a part of?

After a while, I finally gave up taking pictures of the night sky and trying to capture any meteor showers that were supposed to be happening that night.  They always seemed to occur right out of the corner of my eye too.  I would notice a streak but by the time I turned my head it was gone.  This shower was more like a drizzle to me, so I tried my hand at taking snapshots of the beach instead.  The lights in the background is that of the Connecticut shoreline:

Here’s another one of a nice big rock that accentuated the view:

Once I started losing feeling in my hands I knew it was about time to go, especially since a light in one of the houses nearby turned on and a dark figure appeared in a window.  With visions of Psycho dancing around in my head, I decided to make a quick exit and hauled my heinie out of there.

The drive back didn’t turn out to be so bad.  There was no traffic and when I filled up for gas on the way back, the engine light went out, so I was finally able to mellow out a bit and enjoy some of the small town scenery I drove through, with their Christmas lights and all.

All in all, it wasn’t the kind of night I wished it could have been, but I’m glad I did it anyway.  It got me out of my apartment, and in a way it served as a trial run for future trips.  If I hadn’t done it, then I would have been left to wonder what kind of celestial show I would have missed because I was too lazy to get myself out there and see for myself.

Hopefully though, the next time there’s a moon out like that there’ll be a glow in my heart, if ya know what I mean.  

There’s a glow in my heart!
Whoa, oh, oh, ooooooh,
I never felt before!

There’s a girl at my side!
Whoa, oh, oh, ooooooh,
That I adore!

There’s a glow in my heart!
I guess it’s because…

There’s a…. moon toiiiiiiiiiiinnnnniiiiiiiiight!

Tags: camera, car, christmas displays, coffee, drive, driving, dunkin donuts, fire, highway, hot chocolate, meteor, meteor shower, moon, night, nightshots, Photos, rock, sky, smoke, star, starbucks, street, traffic, trek
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With the sound of the Indiana Jones theme song faintly playing in the background, I entered the mini-mart at the local Mobil station and found a treasure chest full of creamy International Delights. (By the way, I take my coffee the same way Wolf from Pulp Fiction does: lots of cream, lots of sugar.)

But I’m still searching for that perfect combination of coffee flavors and creams, and since I wasn’t sure which cream one I wanted to experiment with first, I decided to take them all:

I looked kinda silly carrying fistfuls of of creams out the store with a guilty look on my face, donning my hat and pretending there was a huge boulder ball barreling down on me while I raced to my car, but it was well worth it.

I gave the chocolate cream a try today, and I’m already thinking this will probably be my favorite. I LOVE hot chocolate, so finding a perfect blend of hot chocolate and coffee might just be enough to give me a glimpse of heaven.

So what’s your favorite coffee combo/blend?

Tags: coffee, creams, hot chocolate, indiana jones, international delights, mini mart
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Wednesday night I pulled up to the Starbucks drive-thru again, hoping against hope that Angelic Voice would be there…

“Hiiiiiiiiiii, welcome to Starbucks!” What can I get for you?”

Oh yeaaaaahhh….

While I ordered hot chocolate my MP3 stereo was blasting Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believin’,” a great background song I thought for what I was about to attempt.

“Don’t stop believin’,
Hold on to the feelin’”!

I pulled up and finally saw her, her hair tied up and revealing a cute, soft face as she put my drink together. I grinned and leaned over to crank up Journey.

Except I accidentally hit the wrong button and the track skipped to CCR’s “Bad Moon Rising” instead.

“I see a bad moon a-rising!
I see trouble on the way!”

SH*&!!!!!!!!!!!!

I frantically tried to get it back when Angelic Voice opened the window to hand me my drink.

“Oh thanks! Hi listen, ummm…” I began awkwardly.

But she had already slammed the window shut.

“Don’t go around tonight,
Well it’s bound to take your life,
There’s a bad moon on the rise!”

Tags: angelic voice, bad luck, CCR, drive thru, hot chocolate, journey, mp3, song, starbucks, women
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On the way home I stopped by a Starbucks drive-thru to get some hot chocolate. The intercom crackled to life, and I suddenly heard the sweetest, most soothing female voice:

“Hiiiiiii, welcome to Starbucks, what can I get for you?”

Oh sweetie, you have no idea.

“Ummm, could I get a hot chocolate, venti size?”

“Of course honey, would you like anything else?”

…honey… I was in love. I wanted to stay at the drive-thru and listen to her sweet, angelic voice forever.

“Hello?”

“Oh… uh no, that’s it.”

“Great, you can drive up to the window.”

I quickly drove up, eager to see who could be the owner of such a mellow, sugary voice that had so easily plucked at my heart strings.

I almost screamed when a lanky guy no older than 19 lumbered up to the window.

“Three twenty-five please.”

Dammit, my order had been passed on to someone else. Dammit, dammit, dammit!

I handed over my debit card and then leaned over to see if I could spot the girl. There she was, wearing a headset, her back to me as she put the finishing touches on my drink. A shapely figure with dark brown hair that flowed and bounced off her shoulders. Oh man please turn around, please turn around, please turn around…

“Here you go.” Lanky Boy gave me back my card, and then of course, completely blocking my view, took the hot chocolate Angelic Voice handed off to him, and gave that to me as well. @#$%!!!

I frantically tried to look around him so I could catch a glimpse of Angelic Voice’s face.

“Did you need anything else?”

“Oh… no, thanks,” I muttered, trying not to curse. I slowly drove away, debating whether I should slam on the brakes and run inside just so I could see her, but then thought better of it.

I think I’ll be coming back tomorrow though.

Tags: angelic voice, drive thru, female voice, hot chocolate, intercom, love, soothing, starbucks, sweet
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Simple Mindz couldn’t resist tagging me with yet another one of those damned memes, but she’s hot, so I forgive her.

Alllllrighty then, here are the rules:

• Link to the person that tagged you.
• Post the rules on your blog.
• Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
• Tag six random people and the end of your post-link to their blogs.
• Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
• Run from the stampeding mob that ensues.

And here’s my personal list:

1. I am addicted to Starbucks Hot Chocolate.
2. I gave my car a name… and talk to it too.
3. I have a pillow girlfriend named Isabella that I hug every night for comfort.
4. I have more disco and neon lights in my bedroom than the local rave club does.
5. I’m a complete klutz when I’m around beautiful women.
6. Movies make me cry sometimes.

And now to tag six victims.

• Butterflyfish
• Just Something I Was Thinking About
• The IgNoble Experiment
• Casey’s Critical Thinking
• For Serenity’s Sake
• Joie de Vivre

Enjoy!

Tags: beautiful women, blogs, blush, critical thinking, disco, girlfriend, hot chocolate, important things, klutz, memes, mob, neon lights, quirks, serenity, starbucks
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