Pachanga Diaries

After four years of living in an apartment in South Boulder, I decided it was time for change. I said goodbye to the view to the mountains and an encyclopedia of memories. Good times ! I never realized that it was possible to live in downtown Boulder for just fifty dollars more of rent. Note to Self; Learn the mysterious femenine art of shopping. Apparently, there is a reason they just wander around looking for those discounted signs with big % symbols.

How did I find an apartment so affordable?

Glad you ask. On a Saturday morning after working at my favorite coffee shop, Saxy’s cafe, I decided to stroll around the neighborhood. Two blocks away from Pearl street I found this beautiful one bedroom apartment with a balcony and a view to downtown it was difficult for me to believe. So many whiskeys and cokes this one-bed has seen already. So many “tipsy” nights without having to worry about DUI’s. Remember, whenever in downtown stop by and we’ll get together to grab a beer at the Irish Pub..

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Editor’s note: This is a guest poem from Virginie’s lost swan of the Copper Ceiling blog

What Saxy’s Cafe must be like in the morning,
I imagine people rushing in to get their mochas;

in the early afternoon the first glass of wine has just
been taken to the couches, a Pepperwood that

a woman with a V neck is holding in the air, as
she reads a book; then looks up, two women
friends coming to join her;

a barista is talking about her thesis on the Tour
De France in literature and art…

In the old movie there on the cafe wall people
are waving goodbye to family and friends who

are at the railing of a ship and the people on
the ship wave down to the people on the dock…

An argument breaks out near me, a man and
a woman holding a baby, the man saying, “Your

sister can go to hell!” I get up to order a doppio…
By night I meet a date on the couches, a woman

whom I’m introducing to Saxy’s, and she buys us
two red wines for my birthday that has recently

passed, and there’s conversation all around us,
a student who looks stoned, and a homeless man

coming in who wears a Yankee cap in Winter…

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