Downtown

On my way through downtown yesterday, I was nearly destroyed by the number of tourists just milling around and looking somewhat lost and fascinated. On a whim (because these whims often dictate my existence on weekends), I ducked into a nearly-empty coffee shop, make my order to a glassy-eyed barista, was informed they couldn't take my $20, and then moved on down to wait for my (meticulously-prepared, in a way only achieved by not really knowing what you're doing) drink. I was followed a few moments later by a fairly typical large midwestern Tourist Man, who marched up to the counter, small swarm of fellow tourists in tow, and began thus:

Man: I want a coffee.
Glassy-eyed Barista: *nod*
Man: I want ice in it.
Barista: ...
Man: And I want it all blended up.
Barista: ...
Man: You understand?

I then had a very difficult time obtaining my drink and leaving with a straight face. In hindsight, though, this is probably how I should have ordered my drink as well.

In other news... Old Town Aquarium is not, as I thought, actually a bar, but is in honest goodness an aquarium/fish store. I met a hover-slug there. It was really nice. (I want a hover-slug. I don't know what he was really called, but he was adorable, in a kind of squishy sea creature way.)