Welcome to the American Dream.

Who: Erik and Your Muse (OTA)
What: Wherin Erik and whomever kill some time over a cuppa cuppa joe.
Where: The Learned Owl and Coffee Shop
When: Monday morning after the wee little munchkin's already been dropped off to school
Rating: G? Daddy's don't swear and besides... he's got to look good for all the moms who might be dropping by.

Whoever decided that Spring fell on the one of those days in late March was clearly mistaken, for on this Monday that should have been joyous and filled with birds singing and trees blooming, it was rather chilly and snow still littered parts of the streets where the lone plow for the county had yet to come through to scoot it away.  Erik should know because he almost considered staying in simply because it took him nearly an hour to clear his private drive.  However, he managed to make it out and was on his way out of town after dropping Sam off at school when his stomach grumbled.

Perhaps it was time for a muffin, or cookie, or something.

So, after parking his car right in front of his favorite spot for a cup of coffee, The Learned Owl, he's pushing through the door, careful to wipe his boots on the mat outside.  There's no sense in dirtying up the establishment after all.  Erik leaves his jacket folded over the back of a chair and hurries over to grab a cup of what he hopes will be freshly brewed coffee and a blueberry muffin. Too bad they're all out of muffins today. He settles for a chocolate chip scone.  Plate and mug in hand he returns to his chair, and should anyone else be having issues on this lovely Monday morning that's where he may be found.

Who: Open to Anyone
What: Spring (Dry) Cleaning
Where: Miss Soo's Laundromat
When: Sunday evening
Rating: NA/TBD

Though Asher had been doubtful that the weather reports would prove true, the forecasted snowstorm had in fact hit the area with a dizzying amount of force. Now, not even 24 hours, the last of the residual flakes were melting and leaving in their place globs of mud that made walking across town nearly impossible. Sinkholes here and there, spatters everywhere, and that sickening noise like a cow chewing its cud with every lifting of the foot. It was really a wonder that he had made it to the laundromat at all. The young city boy was really not used to this much nature.

It was the first day of spring, though, and what better time could there be to begin the ritualistic cleaning that marked this time of year? Not only that, but with his college's Spring Break coming to a swift conclusion, if he didn't do some serious washing he was going to look quite the fool for the rest of the semester. The lights and darks and dry-clean-onlys had been separated into their respective piles, and Asher had laid claim to four of the few washers within the space. Nothing was dirty, earnestly, but a little cleaning never hurt anything.

With the clothing cycling around in the humming machines, Asher wandered over to a nearby table. Sitting cross-legged in the worn chair, he flipped his notebook to a fresh page and began to tap gently on its surface with the cap of his black pen.

Who: Nate & THE WORLD?
What: Coffee on a very cold morning.
Where: One of the few cafes about?
When: Monday morning, after the school buses are all done.
Rating: none.

( Ah... Monday mornings. Monday mornings after a snow storm none the less. )

Who: Everyone!
What: Courtwarming!
Where: The High School bonfire place.
When: Friday Night
Rating: none

( Courtwarming- ahh courtwarming. For those who don't know, or live under a rock, Courtwarming is the bastard step-child of Homecoming, a sad excuse for the basket ball fanatics out there who dare to claim it's better than football. Really now- we all know the superior sport, don't we? )