It's not because we're getting older. It's just because we enjoy people watching immensely. We don't get bored doing it either. We can sit outside a little café like we did, both Friday and Saturday evenings in Charleston at a sweet café on East Bay Street in the heart of the historic district with a French Quarter flare. Carmella's Café and Dessert Bar. We enjoyed the precious young lady we had for a waitress both evenings we visited the café and got to know her just a bit by conversing with her when she brought us our coffee.
Each night we spent a couple hours enjoying the lowering sun, not yet sunset which dropped the temperatures to upper 70's with a cool breeze as we were so close to the water. Both nights we caught the same table in the opened doors of the café and drank cup after cup of POC.
That was how Jeff ordered our coffee: Two POC's. That had the waitress giving that blank stare of confusion, and me shaking my head understanding Jeff's humor. In non-Jeff humor, Plain Ole' Coffee. Friday night we had a side of a pretty decent Carrot Cake (although not as good as my Aunt Shirley's recipe) and we...
We watched people coming and going, finding seats in nearby restaurants and then getting up to leave, caught interesting smidgeons of conversation from passers by, and checked out the way women dressed. We saw bridal party after bridal party of bachelorette's wearing from matching t-shirts to matching little black dresses.
Jeff and I didn't necessarily have to converse but when we did it was good and quality conversation or to share a laugh at something we'd seen. No pressure. No hurry. Just him and me. And the people we watched.