wednesday

Let me start by saying this: I suck at quitting coffee. I have tried several times without success, and I always go back to it for two reasons. One, I miss the ritual. Two, I crave it. But that's not why I write this blog.

Do you ever have one of those experiences where you wonder, is this real? Like, is this really happening? This morning I was grabbing my latte at World Cup and I wanted to put some honey in it before I sat down (thank you, Hema, for that habit). The little bar with all the fixings really only has room for two people, and there were two people already standing there. They each had what appeared to be drip coffee, and they each appeared to put a little bit of everything in it. Sugar, cream, cinnamon, nutmeg, I mean a little bit of everything. I must have waited there (patiently, I might add) for two minutes. It got to the point where I wanted to walk between them and say, "Excuse me, but do either of you even like coffee? Why are you ruining it with all that stuff?!" I felt like I was in a movie or something. Like, they couldn't possibly be still standing there fixing up their coffee, right? Finally, the girl walked away and I added my squirt of honey. Now I sit, enjoying the latte and writing this blog.

Some people call alcohol liquid sunshine. Coffee is mine :)