Octane Coffee

ROADTRIP!!! Well I didn’t drive there, but I was in Atlanta a couple weeks ago and I needed my caffeine fix and thinking space! So I checked out Octane Coffee in Buckhead. It was nice. Let me tell you about it.


I ordered a Caramelatto, which is their name for a caramel latte. It was good. Nice and smooth, but a little too sweet for my taste. I really like a kick of espresso coming through the flavor, and it got overpowered. I enjoyed it nonetheless though, and my friend, who ordered the iced version absolutely loved it.

Octane Lattes

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One thing though, they served my drink in a glass cup. And as much as I love things served in transparent dishware, the cup wasn’t designed for hot beverages. I had to wait for it to cool a bit to pick it up to drink. I don’t do waiting very well. Especially when it comes to coffee. The time it took for the glass to be cool enough to hold is generally the time it takes for me to down a latte. But I suppose with that being said Octane probably did me a favor…maybe. Oh also, Octane doubles as a bar, which is pretty cool. That’s probably more fun at their other locations though, where they don’t close at 7pm.


The baristas at Octane were super friendly and attentive. They were all very colorful and had a lot of personality in appearance. I only say that because they didn’t really match the setting of tech professionals that made up their customers. Which I found to be refreshing. There’s nothing wrong with that professional, corporate feel, but the fact that the baristas weren’t like that added a…warmth to the space maybe? Gave room for the artsy in me to thrive while I wrote in there? Made me feel right at place even though I wasn’t from the Tech Village.


I didn’t pay a lot of attention to the menu, but it had a good variety of drinks and snackage. Nice amount of teas, a few varieties of drip coffee, and all the usual espresso drinks. I mean, they function as a bar as well as a coffee shop, which is all the variety I really need. But their counter also had a really nice display of pastry things and pre-made sandwiches. And I don’t know if they allow outside food, but there’s a Chipotle right across the street as well as food places everywhere  because they’re right around Lenox.


I like the air in here. The whole store front is glass which means tons of natural light, and everything is white so it’s even brighter and looks super clean. The wi-fi was reliable and fast. The music was…maybe a little on the loud side, but not too distracting. I didn’t pay it enough attention to tell you what kind of music was playing. I remember a lot of acoustic guitar maybe? People chat in there, so the music isn’t that crucial. Which is also nice, that conversation is welcome. Well, it’s welcome in all coffee shops I would imagine, but I don’t know…some cafes are more quiet, like a library. It’s located in the Tech Village building, so everyone in here is a business-y, tech-y professional of some sort. Everyone is in a small meeting or has a laptop out getting work done. It’s a very productive environment. Look at us, and how happy and think-y we are in there!



I actually didn’t use the bathroom while I was there. Maybe next visit, and I’ll tell you all about it. But if it was anything like the rest of the interior, I’m sure it was nice.

So that was my time at Octane. I really liked it and I was happy to find a nice place to do my work while I was away from home. I will definitely be back when I visit Atlanta again.

4 Days of Spazmas: Family

I don’t hate Christmas. I just can’t stand everything that I’m told makes the holiday what it is.

One of those things is spending Christmas with family.


Can that be an answer? Can I say no?

Holidays are the worst times to spend with family. I don’t like meeting with people just because deeply embedded in our society is the assumption that I’m supposed to. Some people don’t like their family, but that’s not where I am about it. I’d just rather not because I prefer the company of my cat and my thoughts.

For starters, I have too much family. I’ve been alive for two decades and I’m still meeting family I never knew I had. Figuring out who I’m going to spend Christmas with this year and next year and, “Hey! You already spent Thanksgiving with those people! WHY DO YOU HATE US???” It’s just too much. It’s like bidding on the Olympics. I get a barrage of calls and texts starting right after Halloween from various family members asking me what I’m doing with my life for the holidays. I never know, because I don’t plan my future any further than tomorrow most of the time. So it becomes a battle of the most persistent throughout the month until I sort my life. And it’s apparently never the right decision because someone is always disappointed I didn’t make it to their dinner table. Well sorry. If I had it my way, you would all be equally upset and I would be by myself, but this world is far from perfect. So bear with me. But preferably without me.

On top of having so much family, did I mention they’re not all in the same place? It’d be great to spend Christmas and other holidays hopping from house to house, eating grub, collecting leftovers, giving hugs, rolling out. That’d be great. But I have family in:

Philadelphia, NYC, Upstate NY, Southern California, Northern California, Las Vegas, Atlanta, Albany(the one in Georgia. Yeah, that’s a thing), Tampa, Chicago, Virginia, Arizona

And that’s just the family I know. And most of them I only know but so well..

I think I’ve mentioned that I’ve moved quite a lot of times throughout my life. As a result, I’m not necessarily close to anyone, because I was gone most of the time, and keeping in touch wasn’t always an option. Nor was I very good at it anyway. So Christmas, Thanksgiving, whatever holidays, I’m usually a borderline stranger, with people not having seen me since I was a small child. Conversation topics are limited to old memories I can barely recall, questions on what I’m doing now, and recaps of what I’ve missed over the past decade. Basically, everything I don’t want to talk about. That is, if I’m recognized at all. Otherwise my identity turns into a game of charades.

“You know who her mom is! Jennifer! You know Jennifer. Jenny? Jen?!”

“We all went on that trip to the store that one time and bought…things?”

“She went to kindergarten with cousin Frankie? Oh, you know her!”

Or hey, let’s just forget about me. What about Jesus though? He’s why we’re here, let’s talk about that guy.

Or I’m asked if I remember relatives. 

I don’t. I almost never do. But I also don’t remember where I put my chapstick, and it was literally in my hand an hour ago. Why do you ask this question? I never know what to do. Do I lie? Do you want me to lie? Will you be happy if I say I remember you? And if I say no? No, otherwise known as the truth you are already aware of but refuse to accept? Do you enjoy rejection or something? Do you live to make me struggle through conversation? Just, gah don’t ask me if I remember you! It’s a lose-lose situation and who needs that stress in their life? Not me! That’s why I’m working on Christmas. And I couldn’t be happier.