waking up...

i miss my grand america coffee.




for two years running, joslyn and i began every morning at alt design summit the same. exact. way.

we'd head to bed at around midnight. talk until one thirty. she'd ask are we getting coffee in the morning? and i'd narrow my eyes and ask do you want me to call down and arrange it? and she'd smile smugly in the dark and answer that would be great.




i guess i was closer to the phone. whatever. {she's bossy! do not tell her i told you this.}

so then we'd sleep until the doorbell rang, which was usually dark o'clock. i'd gasp straight up in bed, say i'll get that, and then lie back down again. she'd jump from hers and walk purposefully smack straight into the wall. then she'd open the door for the sweet little room service man, who would inform us that it was a good morning and avert his eyes ever-so-politely from our sleepy-frownies and matching black pajamas.

at this point, we'd both be back in bed. i'd never really left. but there was always a bill to sign.




on day one, the gentleman brought it to me. in bed. i was so super grateful and so super bad with numbers that i gave him a five dollar tip on a nine dollar beverage. i think he wanted to bring it back to me for my usual tip the second and third days, but i guess i was snoring. whatever.

i make very good coffee at home. my machine is pretty genius. but nothing really compares to sharing a cuppa with my girl in the pitch black lit by one little glowy lamp, chatting about the inspiration we found yesterday...hopeful about the burst of creative we'll land in today.




that's the genius thing about alt, do you know? it's not really about the information or the schedule or all the brill activities and dinners. it's about the sharing.

and whether you're sharing secrets or rates or contacts or your enthusiasm or just a cup of coffee, that's when the magic starts happening.

i miss the coffee, yes. but i miss my joslyn even more.

i've got to write an article by friday, but as soon as that's finished i MUST tell you stories about all the others who shared bits of themselves with me. wait. that sounds dirty. it was not. and if i were you? i'd definitely start saving up for next year. alt will change your little imaginary life. promise. also, this tumblr has a coffee of the day shot every week or so. genius.