Wednesday, July 30, 2008

I'm screwed...

Daily Stats:
Words: three - I hate patchouli
Caffeine: morning cup by Stumptown, midmorning cappuccino from Cafe Ladro, late afternoon cappuccino from French Bakery...mmm, heaven
Evil Calories: pear tart, banana bread, strawberry torte, little yummy chocolates and an enormous burger for lunch
Reality TV: Project Runway, Shear Genius

I have not yet let my husband know this, but I have purchased approximately 8 lbs of coffee so far from various cafes around the Seattle area. And I have three days left, two of which are going to be spent in the Queen Anne/Downtown/Capital Hill neighborhood. I still have to hit Vivace Espresso, Cafe Vita and Diva Espresso. I'm screwed. I have no idea how I'm going to get all of this coffee home. But I can't stop myself. I need an intervention.

For the record, I'm not just buying this coffee for me. I'm bringing some back for our friends who inherited my old espresso machine. See, I'm being a "good-will ambassador", really. Traveling the country, bringing tiding of great caffeinated joy. I should wear a sash or crown or something. Convince the people at Northwest check-in at the airport that, yes, my suitcase may weigh 230 pounds, but I'm on a diplomatic mission, here. You can go ahead and charge the $100 for my suitcase being over 50 lbs, but you'd basically be ripping cups of coffee away from those who need it most.


Tracey said...

Your post makes me wish I was a coffee drinker. I guess my taste buds will never know the heaven that is (reportedly) a Tim Horton's iced cap...

Elizabeth said...

Uh... don't they have coffee where you currently live? Is our beloved westcoast privy to special java?
Just which coffee are you buying?
PS. I am not a fan of patchouli either. Heck, I can barely spell it.

Amy Ellis said...

You return the bag that you gave me, and your husband never has to know about the metric ton of coffee.

Just be warned, if we go to the Market tomorrow, we're going here:

Eileen said...

There is no shame in bringing home coffee. You're in Seattle for crying out loud. it's your duty.