Coffee Rhetoric: schmoozing
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October 24, 2011

These and Those: In Which My Hair Uncovers Dirty Truths


In these uncertain times where 9-to-5 jobs are difficult to come by due to asshole companies' discriminatory behavior and folks pushing forward to eke out an income working for themselves, money is tight and happy hour prices don't always put a smile on one's face once the bill comes. Fortunately Zula, located at 901 Main Street in downtown Hartford manages to keep it classy and sassy while providing a diverse crowd, good food, great music, and an outstanding happy hour from 4pm-7pm, so that folks don't side-eye their bill while angrily digging their wallet out of their purse or back pockets. $3 wines and drafts, $5 cocktails, and $4 plates. Why not? I was having a particularly good hair day this past Friday and ventured inside where I chatted up a personable and accommodating bartender named Jessica. 
Jessica kept me company and divulged interesting details about her life as a bartender before rapper, Keith Murray's sister found her way inside... apparently seduced by the halo of awesomeness that was my hair that day. She said she spied it through the plate glass window. My hair is touch and go whenever I wear un-bunned; some days it's just OK and other days it's particularly eye-catching. 

Now I'm familiar with this obviously cool woman (whose name always eludes me, unfortunately)- as I've run into her on numerous occasions downtown, where she resides. I had no idea until this past Friday that she was related to the Def Squad member, however. Keith's sister and I chatted about this and that... mostly regarding what her brother was currently up to and we pontificated a little about dating. Lately, I just choose not to do it. I'm really working on focusing getting to where I'd like to be professionally. Also, running into an unwanted nuisance I can't seem to escape a few days prior and then receiving a rambling voice mail this evening from another one, who once divulged an unfortunate story to me (on a FIRST quasi-DATE) about why his penis was virtually non-existent, has prompted me (an atheist type) to want to spend the remainder of my adult life in a convent for wayward dating souls. But I do enjoy hearing about what other people are up to in their love/sex lives. Keith Murray's sister spoke about a man she'd been dating for about a month, whose company she seemed to enjoy. He bought her gifts and he took her out to dine at fine restaurants. I happened to ask if they'd ever been to Zula. "This is too open for him. He likes more restrained, sort of fancier places. He probably wouldn't like this atmosphere." She suggested. We continued to make interesting conversation and shortly after, she excused herself to the bathroom. Suddenly a man and a young Black woman walked in. He pulled out Keith's sister's chair and  I alerted him, "Oh... someone's sitting there." He slid it back up to the bar sans incident... 
Keith's sister returned from the bathroom and surprised, hugged the man with familiarity. He and the young woman retreated to the opposite end of the bar. Considering our conversation just moments ago, Keith's sister alerted me that the man she hugged was the so-called charming fellow she'd been seeing, who bought her gifts, and who quite possibly would not take her out to dine at Zula... and it was obvious why. 

It gave me no pleasure whatsoever to see her obvious discomfort and dismay, especially when she said, "He told me he's here with someone else." I suggested that she "be cool" and finish enjoying her drink. A friend I spied and then a cool Hartfordite I recognized from and communicated with on Twitter, as well as an inebriated Afro-latina woman who mistakenly took and opened my purse to retrieve money to pay for her drinks would later distract me. So I never saw Keith's sister leave... The cad and his date were gone from the bar and slipped out into the cool, autumn night as well, and I wouldn't see how the awkward situation panned out in the end. My hope is that Keith's sister didn't go home too upset and put out. My hope is that I randomly run into her again. I'm not sure why this man felt compelled to try to put the wool over Keith Murray's sister's eyes and I won't speculate, as I've stopped trying to decipher the complicated adagio dance women and men, when courting one another. It's best to piss into the wind and just tread as steadily as one can in these matters. 

I'd like to think that if my hair hadn't been so awesome that day, Keith's sister would not have felt inspired to join me and stay long enough to see her paramour's dark-sided ways. And this is why I'll never bid my natural hair adieu. 

October 04, 2010

Coffee Buzz

 Local Happs ...

Connecticut Historical Society's Exhibit Opening- Connecticut Needlework: Women, Art & Family 1740 - 1840 Oct. 4 -follow-up One-day conference on Oct. 30
www.Hartford.com
Wadsworth Atheneum Museum of Art presents- Silk City Film Fest, Oct. 7-10
-Read more about the SCFF here
Wadsworth Atheneum Museum of Art info 
Greater Hartford Marathon, downtown Hartford, Saturday Oct. 
Hartford celebrates its annual Hooker Day Parade, Saturday, Oct. 23
Spirits at Stowe: An Otherworldly Tour, Fri's and Sat's this October only, Harriet Beecher Stowe Center
Happy Hour (downtown Hartford)
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Salute Mon. 3:30 - close, Tues. - Fri. 3:30-6:30
Bin 2281/2 Priced on wine bottles every Monday

Bocca Rossa  (Mon, Wed, & Fri) 4:30 - 6:30  
  • $5 wines
  • $3 drafts
  • $4 house martinis
  • $3 appetizers
  • $10 flights of 3 wines of your choosing

For Your Own Good ...
www.lesnubians.com
Look out for Les Nubians' new album, Nu Revolution 
Watch: Gaspar Noe's, Enter The Void
 Guilty Pleasure read: Charlotte Carter's dark and twisted love story  'Walking Bones.' I re-read this about every other month.




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March 18, 2010

Coffee Rhetoric, The Interview

Recently, I received an email from a Mike Thomas of Blog Interviewer. Apparently someone had "recommended" that he contact me with a few questions about my blog. A slight bit of research dictated that his site was, in fact, legitimate and he wasn't a spammer looking to inundate my inbox or comments section with foreign spam, riddled with indecipherable text. 
In any event, I answered a few questions to give a little insight into my head and why I care so much about this here blog. ... as if you all don't have enough insight into what makes me tick.
I've (not) come up in the world. If you like what you read, and dig "my petition" please feel free to vote on my blog, and give it a thumbs up! Thanks again to Blog Interview for finding my answers interesting enough to print and promote.
 http://bloginterviewer.com/web-development/coffee-rhetoric-coffey
Enjoy.


February 17, 2010

Be My Benefactor or Bust

Coffee Rhetoric is looking for advertisers. If you're, culturally aware, natural hair product, arts, film, wine, coffee, glam (and interests of the like) affiliated and you think you'd like to LEGITIMATELY advertise on my blog or acquire my writing services as a guest writer/witty observer/reviewer of wonderful things/blogger/columnist-- please email me at coffey0072@yahoo.com. If you're a local business, person, thing (local meaning if you're from Connecticut... Greater Hartford area especially), that'd be even more awesome.
SERIOUS and pertinent inquiries only. Don't be shy. I'm serious if YOU are. I've got manners. I'll only talk ish in writing, as opaquely as I can muster and behind your back. ;-)
**Blog sponsor appeal updated to add that I'm not just looking for any and every type of sponsor. My blog matters a LOT to me, because it's a reflection of my thoughts. An extension of me, so the hope is to garner attention from a sponsor, whose endorsement I believe in.  It's not about selling out or cashing in. It's about moving forward and branching out, so I can do this thing bigger and even better. Back to the regularly scheduled program. That is all. :-) 

November 13, 2007

Rat Race

I can openly say (now) that I've been pounding the pavement for the past several months, job interviewing, hunting, fielding phone calls, mailing out resumes, receiving notices confirming receipt of my resume, wash, rinse and then repeat. Needless to say, the whole process is frustrating. It's the pits! Particularly when you're so close. Sooooo very close to being hired only to be told "Ohhh.... well you're too overqualified" or "We can't move forward with an offer for another two months. Sorry for putting you through SEVERAL INTERVIEWS AND PHONING EVERY LAST ONE OF REFERENCES, AND DOING THAT BACKGROUND CHECK ON YOU!! Please bear with us..." Notwithstanding the fact that you've answered all of their redundant (and sometimes condescending and ridiculous) questions, and have been more than accommodating in providing them with everything they need to move forward with an offer, including making yourself available at a moment's notice for another interview. I feel like a salesperson, going door to door selling your wares. One or two people invite you in. Let you sit down and go through your whole spiel. They nod. They ask several questions. They seem interested. They breathe in as if they're about to say, "I'm sold! I'll take two!" Only to change their minds and say, "Ohhh. I'm sorry. I'm not interested." Argh! Frustrating. Sometimes I wonder if those doing the interviewing, remember what it was like when they were practically groveling for their jobs... I need a drink.
The movie clip is from the film, Fear and Trembling, based on Amelie Nothomb's novel Stupeur et Tremblement.

November 05, 2007

Solitaire

Sometimes, when I'm in a room full of people I still feel like a lone ranger. A mirage of bodies moving, side-stepping, dancing around me, yet somehow I never manage to stitch myself into the fabric of what's going on. There, but not completely there. Standing outside the perimeter, weaving in and out of the crowd like an apparition. Selfish, quiet, and introverted as I study snatches of conversations and examine people's body language. Trying to gauge what the moods are. It's almost as if I'm existing in an alternate world while smack dab in the middle of reality. Escapism in its most narcissistic form. I engage in small talk sparingly. At times stingy with what I offer up. Stoic, aloof, embittered because I can't get into the groove like everyone else. Afraid that any vain attempt would be fruitless and seem disingenuous and forced. So I exist in that moment, in a purple haze... as if under the influence of some potent drug or libation. Dazed. And content with my restraint. Fine with the fact that I am out of my element. As much as I tout the benefits of my solitude, I curse it as well. Because I've grown comfortable in it. Too comfortable.

January 17, 2007

Party People part Deux: Pre-New Years Festivities...

All of these pictures are courtesy of Cat and her new digital camera, because I forgot to bring mine- (so if they're tight and small, blame her)- They document our pre-New Years Eve celebration with friends and new found lovelies we met at The Russell, while helping send off a colleague and friend of ours, who accepted a job at another museum.This was hours before I had to lay the pimp slaps down on Cat with my leather gloved hand... both cheeks, thank you very much. Looong story! Anyway, this is one of my favorite places to go. The people, the decor, the food, and the staff are so personable, easy on the eyes, and genuine. If you happen upon this blog, and see your picture exploited, please don't fret. You look great!
A colleague of mine (who's a striking red-head and a pleasure to socialize with, might I add) and Coffey. Enjoying some delectable carrot cake. This slice was so huge, FOUR of us were able to share it!
A colleague of mine, the beautiful bartendress, a lovely young lady we chatted with @ The Russell, Cat, and Coffey.
A sophisticate, a hottie (who thought I was a lesbo, because I said the sophisticate was a MILF, until I told him how much I adored men), and the sophisticate's lovely daughter. These people were so personable. We struck up an interesting conversation with them all!
One colleague, another former colleague of mine (who'll be sorely missed), Cat, and Coffey. Note to Cat: I need that pashmina in my life! Think about it!
The table in my apartment, just because. The wine and cheese are actually candles!
More of the cool wine and cheese candles, from another angle.

December 18, 2006

Party People

Sobriety (cough-cough): Told in no particular order, because I don't recall the sequence of things.
Cat and I; For once I'm not wearing black. But I am here...
... and here, but I'm being edged out of the photo by Cat's selfishness, Dreamgirls style!
... But I am triumphant in this shot... sort of, well... one of my eyes is.
And in this one... despite the bad case of Wonkey Eye...
...and Wonkey Breasts (looks as if I'm carrying a triple F cup, what the hell kind of bra am I wearing!)... and at least I'm not in the middle, because that would've been sooo cliche... but the woman in the middle got her hot ensemble fitted for her in France.
But alas, I fall prey to the cliche, and find myself wedged in the middle.
This here, being modeled by Cat, is a magick drink that holds mystical properties!
... made of rare ingredients, taken from a shelf just like this, and mixed by a mystic, or witch doctor, if you will...
Cat's being selfish again! But the pretty woman on the right triumphs, Effie style!
Not a black sweater, I think it's the same sweater in the first chapter. Was that the same day?? Was the first installment P.M.? Is this A.M.? I dunno.
This is what sober looks like.
Fin.