Guys, I have to admit. I did NOT want to do my adventure for the day. We had a crazy (crazy!) morning around here and husband is headed to the Super Bowl this weekend, so I had my hands full. Plus, its been rainy and nasty here for days on end–and to be honest…I wanted no part of adventure. I was sweet, safe, soft, comfy, snuggly, cozy, and warm. No adventure, passion, pursuit, missions, none of that…please.
Husband proposed I write about what happens when adventures fail, because they do in life (and often)…and I almost acquiesced. But, I didn't want to start flaking out on my plan so early on in the endeavor, plus, I figured some college kid working at Toast might need some extra moola for the weekend. :)
So, despite the constant deluge of cold (but not freezing!) rain…I headed out, to get my cup of decaf coffee and read my monthly skirt! publication in peace and quiet. Husband kept the boys since he was home packing, and I hopped in the car to the little breakfast place down the street.
It was cold, it was rainy, and I plain didn't want to be doing this…even when I was. I figured, certainly (surely!) when I got going it would get easier, isn't that one of the main maxims of life? But, alas, I was still not feeling the magic of my adventure. But, I plodded on, thinking a cup of coffee on a cold day is not a bad thing.
Isn't our little breakfast place cute? I think it's darling, although I think my dear friend the Nester could definitely work her magic on it. Right now dear Toast is kind of stuck on the roosters, fake ivy, baskets, and 1990s hunter green look. In fact, it kind of reminds me of mom's kitchen back in the day…minus the rooster.
I digress.
I head inside for my warm cup of coffee and am greeted by a sweet southern college kid. In case you were wondering–Davidson is home to Davidson College, which is the former home of Stephen Curry college basketball sharpshooter (now with the Golden State Warriors). In fact, once at church I pointed out a nice looking young guy and his lady friend to Husband and wondered aloud if he thought they might be interested in joining our community group…Husband laughed at me. Flat out laughed at me–and said, "Babe, that's Stephen Curry…I think right now he's more interested in joining the NBA than our community group." What can I say, I'm more of a football girl.
I digress. Again
Toast is fabulous…we visit a lot after church on Sundays…especially when our parents are in town…because they like it a lot (and they pay, I'm just sayin). Immediately as I sat down, my nice southern college kid came over to greet me and get me settled in with a menu and a drink order. I was craving a muffin and coffee–but to my immense sadness they were out of muffins. Never fear…I just started eying (who knew that's how you spell eye-ing?!) the dessert menu. It was probably 1:30pm…why not have dessert?? So, I asked his favorite dessert and he responded faster and more exuberantly than I expected, "Frannies! But we've served a lot of it today, so I'll have to check if we even still have any." Not knowing what Frannies was, I concurred that this would be a great selection–and if they didn't have it, I was fine with a decaf coffee and the check. Lo and behold…they still had one serving of Frannie's.
And it was GOOD. People, look at that. I don't even know what it was. Gushy, chocolately, creamy, warm, almost buttery…delicious. I think I ate about 8 bites of it and felt like I was in a coma. I declined the coffee because I needed water to cut the richness of Frannies. Frannies was as rich as Stephen Curry is rich. Ha! Had to, couldn't resist.
Anyway, I quietly enjoyed my Frannies and water…reading my skirt! magazine. I tried to be as low profile as I could, because I wanted my sweet southern college kid to have an easy time as my waiter. I liked him a lot, and I was glad he was the guy who waited on me…it was nice to know that I was going to be able to give him a nice big tip. He for the most part left me alone, but I'm sure he thought I was odd for ordering dessert in the middle of the afternoon all alone and soaking wet from the rain. :) It was indeed a delightful (albeit, soggy) afternoon.
When the check came, my Frannies totaled $3.82, which would constitute approximately a $.60 to $.75 tip. That.would.suck. But, I hope my waiter was pleasantly surprised when he found his tip waiting for him. I am fairly certain it made me more happy and excited to be able to do it…I felt like a secret fairy godmother!
I am so glad I went out today. I went out in the gross weather and ate a dessert that was to die for…by myself. I had a moment to read some fluffy, girly, editorial junk in skirt!…and got to help someone out in an unexpected way. The feeling of excitement and adventure didn't come until just now, looking back on the day and relaying it to you, but it certainly is there. Maybe that's just how some adventures are.