I sneak in and have a seat in one of the brown lunge chairs on the side and begin observing. The first person that caught my attention was a young man cleaning out the garbage. I assumed he worked there considering that he was wearing a headset and a Boarders name tag. His uniform consisted of all black, shirt, pants and shoes. He hoisted the overflowing garbage bad onto a push cart and replaced it with a fresh bag. He was being talked to by a older man about some type of food. The young man replied that it was making him hungry.
The older man in about his 40’s after conversing with the garbage man, came and sat in one of the small rectangular tables against the wall. He had noticed that I was frantically writing things down and so he started to talk to me. He asked if I had gotten an inspiration for a poem or a song. I just told him I had to do something for my English class and continued to write. He went back to sitting and drinking his cup of coffee. He was comfortably dressed in a grey sweat shirt, blue jeans and white tennis shoes. He had wind blown brown hair that seemed to be slightly balding in the front. He stared at me most of the time or off into space. I’m guessing that he had finished his coffee because he got up, checked his phone put his jacket on, threw his cup away and left.
Sitting at the tall round table to my left was a teenage girl. She continuously stared at her phone so I figured that she might be texting someone. She got up and walked and leaned up against the glass wall behind me. Not long after that she was joined by another teenage girl that carried an American Eagle bag. The girls were then confronted but a group of boys. They looked like all of them had just fallen out of bed and threw some clothes on and went out. They were grungy. One boy, who seemed to be the leader, offered the two girls a set of head phones attached to an I-pod in hopes that hopes that they would listen to something of his. They accepted and held the ear phones up to their ears. As they listened the boy pulled out a piece of paper, wrote on it using the glass wall for support a. then took the head phones away from the girls and left them. The girls then wondered over to a near by bench and sat down.
As I was writing That same boy walked up to me. This is how our conversation went.
Boy: Hey, do you like music?
Me: Yes, I do.
Boy: Great. I was wondering if you would like to have a listen to my band, Bridgford. We’re from around Chicago and we are hear to play a show. Do you know about the modern exchange?
Me: Yeah I know a band that plays there all the time. Have you herd of Our False Heroes.
Boy: Yeah, totally. I think we played a show with them there. You should come to the show tonight.
Me: Sorry I have to work
This was all going on while I was “listening” to his band.
Boy: Aw bummer, So what’d ya’ think.
Me: Its not bad. I like it.
Boy: Would you like to buy one of our cd’s?
Me sorry I don’t have any money.
Boy: Well, no that’s alright. Hey Check us out on myspace.
I handed him my note book and he wrote down his bandspace url and his name, Paul.
Paul: Def. add us alright. It was nice meeting you
I shook his hand and he left.

Boarders

4:00-6:30

Not a lot of activity tonight at the cafe. I only saw 5 different people sitting in the cafe.

A middle aged man was sitting at a tall round table in the far left corner from me with a young girl who could have been his daughter. He was readinga DREAM magazine. The man was wearing a red flece pull over, stone washed jeans and brown work boots. He was a little on the chubby side. His face was shinney and decorated with a mistace and a litle go-tee under his lip. His head was shaven bald but as he got ready to leave he coverd it up with a black golf cap.

The girl that was sitting at the table across from him had he back toward me. She was wearing a maroon hoodie that said '09 in white thick numbers on the back, dark blue jeans and white shoes. Her hair was very long and was held up by a poney tail that fell at the small of her back. The both of them were drinking the same drink that look to be iced tea from the cafe. She was reading a think chapter book and sat with he legs crossed. They sat in silence.

A women who looked to be in he early 60's sat a a short small two person table right next to my table. SHe had brownish-gray curly hair, very thick clear framed glasses, a long forest green jacket zipped all the way, gray sweat pants, and white and pink running shoes with laces. On her table she sat he big brown purse with some white earmuffs wraped around the handle and a thick paged childrens book. She just sat there for a moment like she was waiting for someone. Out of boredom she picked up the book and stared at the pictures but that did not last very long. After paciently waiting for more then 10 min. A younger women who looke dto be in he early 40's walked over to the table. She also had glases. He hair was red very long and very straight. The older women handed her the childrens book and the white earmuffs. The left to soon for me to see everything the young women was wearing.

The final women that I saw that night was a young hispanic woman. She looked to be in ther early 30's. Her hair was black and curley and very beautiful. She sat at an other small square two person table alone. SHe was filling out her check book. SHe would look a different reciets and then write them down in her check book. She wore a long black jacket with a hood with fur trim. After she left I then saw he again with a little girl about 12 that might have been her daughter.