The Night Hens are out for coffee at La Patisserie on Randolph Ave. in St. Paul.
The baked goods are yummy. The coffee is mediocre.

TL: Look, fishnet.
RM: That’s chicken wire.
MD: There’s a big difference between fishnet and chicken wire. Have you ever heard of chicken wire stockings?

TL: Look, a pair of flip flops.

TL: Since you each had a bite of my hard roll that means I get a bite of both of yours.
MD hands over a piece of cinnamon roll.
TL: See, she gives willingly. You take but you don’t give back.
MD: She gave you life.
TL: I didn’t ask for it.
TL: There’s a book over there called “God knows You’re Stressed”. It’s like “Elmo watches you when you sleep”. It’s like “They Found Nemo”. Yeah, his head was sticking out of a piece of Sushi.

TL: Life would be boring if there were no crazy people.
MD: It would be a lot calmer.

TL: I hate it when the red haired clowns come up to me and say “You must be a relative, you have red hair.” And I’m like: (she leans away with a horrified look on her face), and if you come any closer I’ll spray you with pepper spray.”
TL: Sort of like, ‘You wouldn’t be caught dead in my shoes!’
MD: Oh, yeah, ‘You don’t want to wear my shoes. You don’t like my shoes! You wouldn’t be caught dead in my shoes!!!’ *Said with rising impatience*
RM: Um…what?
TL: I said that yesterday when Faith and I were going for a walk.
RM: I’m confused.

MD: I need to practice my singing.
RM: Practice right now.
MD: Not here. I need my piano.
TL: You just need to practice singing in the privacy of your own home.
MD: Until I sing opera.
RM: So, you really are going to be a Diva?
MD: I’ve always been a Diva.
RM: You know, I knew you when you were really young.

TL: You know, without my input this whole thing would be so boring.
MD: It would be so much funnier, just on a different level.

Join us at some future time when TL says “Look, a giant chicken.”

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