Bollo’s
Monday, October 18th, 2004Surrounded by either the focused, extroverted, or regulars, I once again find myself doing homework at my fav, Bollo’s. I have no complaints. A long-time barista is back, so I ordered my old regular; once again a success. While I would consider Bryan only in the initial phases of addiction, my love of “mocha” has blossomed despite the Blacksburg cold setting in.
Oh yeah, and this is my iBook’s first experience at Bollo’s. I think she likes it ?
To fully describe Bollo’s would be exhaustive and a waste of your and my time; however let me describe to you a few of the regulars, me being one of them (I’ll let my description slide because, hey, you’ve maybe been reading).
The studious student: this form of coffee-hauser only escapes to Bollo’s because the libraries get old for studying. And now with Wi-Fi, Bollo’s is all the more eligible for a relaxing atmosphere for test crams. While the studious student will deny it, their continuous visits have addicted them to the fix for the rest of their life; a phenomenon that Starbucks will thank local coffee shops all over the world for once these students graduate and move to metropolitan areas.
The enraged political liberal: menacing on the outside, these people tend to be great conversation-goers. Or rather conservation-taker-awayers. Lead these people on by acting a conservative and you’ll leave Bollo’s with less of your soul; the experience may cause you to naturally take a different route around town when passing through. Expect a level of pseudo-threatening NPR each visit to overwhelm the background chatter, you’ll have to deal with that one as a given.
The intellectual Mac user: not that I have anything critical to say about these people, but they are clearly a significant crew to not exclude. They will be quiet by themselves, taking care of tasks as necessary, but open up politely in conversation with friends who stop by. They are focused and goal-oriented, leaving their regular seat only after completing their intended assignment. These are the best; get to know them; they will be your friends.
The soon-to-be-intoxicated sorority girl: this type fears traveling solo, so expect a group, a big group to enter as one body. And only on the weekends. Dressed in their ruffled skirts and uber-revealing halter tops, they romp in the spider-webbed door blabbing erratically and bumping into those by the entranceway. Whatever they order must be topped with whipped cream (‘watching those calories girls!’) and their exit is full of just as much bravado as their appearance. Their disappearance is always appreciated by the studious student and the intellectual Mac user. During the soon-to-be-intoxicated sorority girl’s visit, the enraged political liberal doesn’t lose a beat.
That is a hint of a shade of Bollo’s. Had they more convenient lighting this late into the night I would take photos. ::sigh:: Unfortunately not.