Sounds like a good plan, vw.
Spike's Bitches 39: Cuppa Tea, Cuppa Tea, Almost Got Shagged, Cuppa Tea...
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
It'll be fun, and he'll drive me back to my place, so totally a good plan.
Maybe he'll try to explain football to me. Maybe he'll give up like he usually does.
I hate coffee. It is false advertising - smells delicious and then tastes horrid. All bitter and icky. I get my caffeine from dark chocolate, tea, or (in occasional desperation) soda.
Woke up with a killer headache and I have too much to do. Anyone want to come clean my room, vacuum the house, and grocery shop for tomorrow night?
gronk. My red bull can is empty but I am still sleepy. Time to switch to crack, I guess.
what game are you guys watching, vw?
Maybe he'll try to explain football to me. Maybe he'll give up like he usually does.It's nice to have traditions.
I am home and think my seasonal grinchiness is fading. Hard to tell precisely because the darling niecephews sent me home with a virus but it's nearly January! Yay January!
In Britain, people mostly drink instant. Even if there's a working coffee pot sitting around, in many cases.
STILL? I remember that from when I worked in London in 1993. There was a perfectly good coffee maker, but everyone drank instant. I thought it was broken at first. I finally asked when it would be fixed and was told that everyone preferred instant. (which turned out to be not so true. when I started making coffee, it went very quickly. No one bothered to make it, but they wanted to drink it. Men!)
this was also the beginning of my coffee addiction. There was a very cute guy in the next office that drank a lot of tea. From my desk, I could see him walk past the door on the way to the kitchen, so I would get a cup of coffee and chat with him while he waited for the kettle to heat.
I drank instant coffee all my 29 years of living in the UK.
Now, I can't even imagine how I was able to drink the stuff. Of course, I have Jilli to blame for my acquired coffee-snobbery as she's the one who introduced me to the American ritual of traipsing to the coffee shop each morning before heading to work.
Pete! Is Jilli filled with squee, as I am?
Oh, and btw, the coffee you recommended is fab. I am especially enamored with Three Peckered Goat, and not just for the picture on the front.