macchiato

Wandering around downtown Stamford this afternoon waiting for some kind of gift giving lightning to strike me…

I bought movie certificates for the kids. I don’t know if they’ll use them. Why wouldn’t they?

I made it over to Café Tango. My habit lately – to order a macchiato, even though it isn’t on the menu. It wasn’t. I ordered it anyway. Sometimes I get it for the price of an expresso. A knowledgeable coffee man came over and made one for me. It was fantastic. The espresso was so strong – that first taste is almost unbelievable if it’s made right. And the foamed milk floated ever so gently on top, barely swirled into the taste of espresso as I sipped. I’m crazy about them. I love the cunning tiny cup and the fact that it’s such a minimal indulgence.

Satisfying simultaneous desires to treat myself and deprive myself.

After finishing the few swallows, I went back out into the sunset-colored air. Wandered past the Palace Theater and decided to go in. I picked up the brochure and browsed it. The clerk asked if she could help, then she mentioned there were a few unadvertised shows coming up. Gift giving synchronicity struck, aha! Stephen Wright is coming in June! Not advertised yet! My son’s favorite comedian! So I bought two tickets, front row center. A little expensive, but it seemed so beautifully appropriate that I didn’t even want to resist.

Had me wondering what will be going on in June. I’ll take that as a small jolt of hope, fragrant and energizing.