AN EVENING WITH THE IN CROWD

Here we are at the teashop, a modern teashop.  Just like the computer store you need a guide to help you understand the process, a guide under the age of twenty-five.  Here are the shelves of tea, little square cans you can open and sniff.  White tea with antioxidants, green tea with fewer antioxidants, black tea with caffeine.  Decaffeinated teas and teas that never had caffeine to take out.  .  Bedazzled by the choices we decide to share a pot of mango passion, Roibus from South Africa.  John and Grace share a pot of something with a little lavender.  And they call it tea.  What on earth would Granny say?

 

And here we are, Friday night 9:00 and we are the oldest people in the teashop.  Further down Whyte Avenue the bars are brimming with the young crowd and yet, as if they had spilled over, some of them are here.  Just like us they are chatting at tables for two or four.  On a couch sits a couple on a date, drinking tea and necking between sips.  A modern couple.  Each has a cell phone, she a computer as well. 

 

And as we sip we are feeling a little young on this fine evening.  Triumphantly we have skated six full rounds at Hawrelak Park.  We have drawn up our sore muscles to spend an hour before bed chatting and warding off insomnia with soothing tea.  What a surprise to find ourselves drinking with the in crowd!