Hip, or what?

How hip am I? I'm sitting with Isaac's super slim laptop and a cafe latte in a cafe on the edge of the Mission district. Yesterday morning I stayed home and wrote. Today I thought I'd try it in the big hip world. It's good. I have a huge bench table to myself, and there's music playing and a view of Precita Park. But how do I go over and get a refill without worrying about the laptop?I'm thinking it's probably not cool to take it with you to the counter. Hmmm...this is when my newly acquired San Franciscan hipness fails. I'll have to check what the form is when I see Isaac tonight.