Steam floats over the bustling crowd waiting to order their drinks; the crooning voice of Stevie Wonder provides the background noise to the chatter of bloggers, artists and musicians. Yes folks, we are back in our favourite hang out: the coffee house in the ether.
If I were a gambling person, I would have thrown a couple of notes against my appearing in the coffee house tonight. You see, this week is the Enrichment week at the school where I work and I have written their missions for a week of travelling through space. Minute details are still bugging me, so I am committing more of my writing time to sorting out these problems than finishing off books and blogs. So far, the feedback has been very positive and I’m striving to get a connection to the National Space Centre for later this week to make our little space cadets feel as though they are truly immersed in space travel.
Joanne and Alexina are interrupted during their catch up by Susie, who is recording soundbites from various bloggers in preparation for her future podcasts. It’s hardly possible to capture the voices, let alone hold a conversation as everyone is set on outshining each other in their pursuit to be heard.
Caught amidst this cacophony of voices, two distinctive merry cheers break out. Lance and Lucy have discovered each other and share a celebratory dance (similar to frolicking pixies freed from Jack Frost’s hold over spring) and whoop with delight. Icy is kind enough to join them and soon they are discussing Lucy’s award-winning blog along with future projects for the year.
The ever-increasing line of hungry and thirsty writers deters me from going towards my friends, so instead I move towards the front of the cramped room to find Hugh, who is fiddling with the camera on his phone. Loaded with recordings of all the bloggers and their speeches, he giggles as he watches some of the footage from the Bloggers Bash held just a few days ago.
After stealing his attention for a quick hug, I deliver the warm messages sent from Colleen ,who couldn’t make it to the Bash. Unlike any super-bad villain she’s written about, Sacha swoops in like Batman with her helpful and somewhat pink-bearded sidekick, Geoff and the gorgeous Ali, who, without so much as a bellow, move the crowds into an orderly fashion, clearing the congested spaces in the coffee house within minutes. Still whirring with delightful plans for next year’s bash, Sacha draws everyone’s attention to the next Bloggers Bash. With baited breath, silence fills a once rowdy room and only the hiss of the coffee machines can be heard.
“The next Blogger’s Bash has been booked for the 9th of June!” she declares.
The riotious noise and resounding applause drowns out the laughter and cheers, and I even notice Adam and Graeme smiling in the corner, nodding their heads in approval. Ritu grabs her notebook and starts listing recipes she knows will tantalize and titillate the taste buds of the bloggers attending the shindig.
As I slip out into the cool evening, the sound of chatter follows me down the deserted lane. The scent of coffee still lingers on my clothing and I take in a deep breath, enjoying the heady mix of coolness with caffeine. All is right in my world as I return home to bed.