I just wish that the dessert cart would stop going past me in the aisle!
And the smell of the coffee from the dining car is just killing me.
It’s true and I know you know it, but when comes to giving up coffee for Lent, I’m a goner.
Here. I’ll explain.
Coffee and I go way back to my freshman year of college, where we were dorm-mates. Since that time I have had at least a cup a day, every day, with the exception of a short-lived stint one summer when I decided to become an opera singer and gave up my joe in the name of my art.
And oh what a headache that was. (Literally, for me, and figuratively, for the people who lived below me.)
As it turns out and to no one’s surprise, I was not destined to be a great singer. I am, however, doing my own small part in supporting the coffee industry and am a lifelong friend of the local barista.
If you’re not a coffee drinker, you just don’t get it. Admit it! You just don’t!
But if you are then you totally do.
My friends and family have gotten used to my addiction and have even been known to support it. I am an easy person to shop for at Christmas; give me a pound or two of Caribou’s best blend and you are guaranteed a sure success. And if ever we spend the night at a place where the coffee is—shall we say, unsatisfactory?—well, then my family members know to expect the detour on the way home.
I say, why even drink that brown water? The French call it “sock juice” and I’d agree.
Not surprisingly, I have many stories that serve to further define my latte-loving, cappuccino-devoted, espresso-prone and entirely addicted self. Once I was staying with my cousin and her husband in Palo Alto: a wonderful vacation in a beautiful clime, marred only by the sad, sorry fact that neither of them drank coffee. Unhappy face Maggie! No coffee buddies for me! Which would have been okay, I guess, but come the afternoon of the first day and I was in a dour mood. Seriously, my cousin and her husband were all but ducking. A black cloud was descending over my head lower and lower and was threatening to consume my mood entirely when…..
to be continued.