Bison Banter

Random blog...right here...right now! Tonight was absolutely insane....I went from having an intellectual conversation about politics and religion to the ever so complicated procedure of ordering an iced, triple shot, organic milk, caramel macchiato. Who knew that the transition from serious to fun could happen in seconds. I was a bit on the brazen side this evening...and daring all in the same absolute moment. Tonight at the little locally owned Starbucks I let the baristi guy choose my drink. It was quite inspiring really and a bit informative. He told me that I needed the triple shot for my longevity...when my response was clearly...do you think I need a triple shot? Longevity, if you will...was his immediate response...I had to pause for a moment...and appreciate the banter from this employee...for his intellect was on que and he was taking my friendly banter in great stride. From that communicative moment, time lapsed and I found my friend and I circling this neighborhood of million dollar homes. We questioned how these people afforded homes like that...as in the same moment...I said...can I have a drive way that looks like I parked in a parking lot. I proceeded to say that the people in these homes are the ones who are giving daily botox injections as well as plastic surgery procedures to the average middle class American. People who live in these homes...still have what some consider to be valuable others consider to be junk. The implied junk referenced about was a bison head adorning the wall in one of the garages...probably because the classy, sophisticated, beautiful wife...wouldn't allow the enormous bison head to be hung elsewhere in the house. My friend inspired me to write about this grand excursion. Ultimately, it was the muse and banter of the bison that made the evening most enjoyable.