My friends are so cool. This means, hello! I am cool too. You know, by association. Thank goodness. Now I can stop worrying that my coolness points are vaporizing with each passionate poop-filled diatribe. These dear friends, we've known each other for -gulp- twenty years, have opened a coffee shop in Soho with the best iced cappucinos and fig-ham sandwiches, oh and fresh grilled blueberry muffins that you'll ever sink your fortunate chops into. Children are allowed. And the bathroom is the color of creamed raspberries. An inspired oasis. And the coffee is fair trade shade grown organic. I can picture those lucky little beans lounging on a leaf, wearing teeny tiny little sunglasses and sipping pina coladas. Does it get any better? I'll see you there!