A Thank You to Cafe Presse

As followers of my Twitter or Tumblr know, I spent last Wednesday night in the UWMC ER. Why, you might ask?

I’ll be damned if I know. I mean, I know, but I don’t actually remember the circumstances. Here’s what I remember: sitting at the bar at Cafe Presse, NOT BEING DRUNK AT ALL (this is key to the story), feeling woozy, getting up to go to the bathroom, waking up on the floor unable to see but laughing it off, then waking up again on the floor, this time with my head cradled by a bartender and my face bleeding.

Turns out I passed out. Twice. At Cafe Presse. And fell into a rack of glasses. And broke one, which cut my face. (I look like I was in some awesome brawl.)

But you know what? The Cafe Presse bar staff was absolutely awesome. Like I said, one of the bartenders sat on the floor with me and cradled my head until the ambulance came. The other bartenders huddled around and examined my cuts and bruises, keeping me talking and keeping me company. One of them called an ambulance almost immediately, and they kept watching me until I was carried away on a stretcher.

A stretcher! I know!

So I just want to send out a big thank you to Cafe Presse for their general awesomeness in a crappy situation. You guys rule, and you will definitely be getting lots more of my business once I get over my profound embarrassment. If you haven’t been, look them up for awesome French food, late night and early morning hangouts, and best of all, genuine human concern.

4 Comments so far

  1. thesoze on July 2nd, 2008 @ 1:09 pm

    uh, so you passed out – are you ok now? do you know you should eat?

  2. donte on July 2nd, 2008 @ 9:20 pm

    this is the best post you’ve ever written (personal, but as much about a great spot in seattle as yourself). presse is indeed awesome, usually with great music playing too.

    also, hope your days of fainting have passed.

  3. mmbb on July 3rd, 2008 @ 2:16 am

    donte, i disagree. this post is more lj-worthy than either of the dating posts.

    having never been to cafe presse, the only thing that i know about it is from the last sentence of the post, and that they showed the same care and compassion to an ill person that i would expect from any business, anywhere, at any time.

    (p.s., loved the all-caps thing about drinking but NOT BEING DRUNK AT ALL. drunk or not, it was distracting and really didn’t add anything to the story that we hadn’t already figured out… were you dehydrated? i can’t wait for the lj-update to this story!!!)

  4. donte on July 3rd, 2008 @ 2:38 am

    you’ve got a point. maybe it’s just the fact that at least in this post something actually happened. there was also at least A point to it all (thanking presse), instead of just entirely wasted words. being really familiar with presse, i’m ok with this being a personal anecdote that happens to take place there. this is a city-tale, not so much a resource post.

    in short, chaya isn’t going anywhere (that i can tell), so i’ll give props when her posts are at least readable, in hopes of avoiding future debacles like that dating series. she’s young, she can be molded. if not, then i’ll end up being banned for the vitriol i’ll be forced to spew.

    ps. i am NOT DRUNK AT ALL as i write this comment (this is key to knowing that i have my wits about me as i type this).

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