There is a new coffee shop in Fullerton that I am currently testing for inspire-ability. I have made a habit of writing in coffee shops and the Fullerton Starbucks just hasn't been doing it for me lately. It is not totally its fault, but the fault of these three old bittys that moved into my squashy chaired haven. Usually I get along quite well with the local old people and crazies, but these three just don't get me. They find my smile very offensive and my offer to trade chairs so they can sit next to one another damn near threatening to bomb the place. This open hostility has made it very difficult for me to find my writing zen.
There is another coffee shop in Fullerton called McClain's that I love, but they are cash only and I've almost forgotten what cash looks like.
The Night Owl is a comfortable little space filled with squashy chairs, little tables and pretty orange lighting. A girl is hammering her guitar in the corner. I am contemplating my move to occupy that location sometime soon. All in all, it is a very charming little place that is allowing all my Congested blogs that I have put on the back-burner to flow out.
The creative atmosphere paired with the pleasant chat with the blue haired charmer working the register made this trip totally worth it.
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