Omar’s New Tat
The Hollyhood Starbucks is open daily from 5 am to 11 pm. And there are people who practically live there. I don’t know every Barista, but I know Omar. In fact, Omar is pretty unforgettable. Omar is young, and he’s got a complicated love life, and he’s hilarious. He tells long drawn out stories that usually start, “So I was really messed up last night, and somehow I ended up _________” (on the beach, in some hot chick’s TransAm on the Pasadena Freeway, in a hotel off the Boulevard. All of the above.)
One day, I’ll get one of Omar’s stories for this website…hear that, Omar?
Basically, I love Omar because he reminds me how great it was to be 20 years old. And how glad I am that I’m not 20 years old anymore.
Omar and another Barista show me their tats.
Note: I am currently obsessed with tats. I can’t tell you why…yet. But it is pretty good. And yes, it involves ME getting a tat. But there is more to it than that (that is a Hollyhood teaser)
omar the adorable
Omar: I got a new tat.
Me: Tell me about it.
Omar: What do you wanna hear about my new tattoo?
Me: Did it hurt?
Omar: Uh, actually it didn’t hurt. I was more, like, falling asleep.
Me: Were you drunk?
Omar: No, I was sober. Sober and MAD.
Me: Because of a girl?
Omar: I just wanted to get a tattoo so badly. (this does not answer the question…and it kinda does)
Other Barista: (walking up) You should see mine.
Me: What’s yours? (he starts taking off his shirt) That’s right. Take it off. Wait, let me take a picture.
i need to get this guy's name
Other Barista: Well, I gotta bunch.
Me: That’s so gorgeous. Why’d you get that? Beautiful…I love the roses. (turns over his arm) Oh my god! Oh! (wow, you only fully comprehend how silly you sound when you transcribe yourself. I really said that.)
Other Barista: My mom’s favorite place was Disneyland. And my mom passed away.
Me: What was her favorite ride?
Other Barista: Space Mountain.
Me: Mine is It’s a Small World After All.
Omar: That’s like fifteen minutes long. (Omar nonchalantly wanders away)
