You know there’s not a lot happening in your life when not being able to go to one of your favorite spots is noteworthy. This evening I bundled up and made the short walk through light rain. There’s a definite chill in the air now that’s been missing so far this winter, and I was underbundled, but not too badly. I almost didn’t even walk into the LIttle Café; just a glance in the window showed almost all the tables to be packed full. There is one table in the corner not visible from the street, however, and I considered the possibility that the group gathered around the other tables might be scaring people away from that one.
The table was taken, of course, and once more I was adrift. I suspect this will become more and more common; even as the available seating in the café decreases (as opposed to the “club” downstairs which isn’t open yet), the popularity of the place is steadily on the rise. It’s not surprising; the place has a good atmosphere and people know each other there. It’s the sort of place that invites hanging out.
It’s like California — it’s a great place to be; I just wish not so many other people agreed with me.