Double double decaf
I forgot to tell you that I finally went to Quiet Life (see Computers Coffee and Candy); actually I forgot to write the blog entirely.
It’s a gorgeous little café: Leila and Rhys have done such a good job.
I went with my friend Valli. I ordered a decaf and she said: I’ll have the usual, thanks. God, I think that’s so cool: I’ve always wanted to say that: I’ll have the usual, thanks. She whispered to me: could you give that order quietly? Do you think I want to be seen with someone who orders decaf?
Valli had ordered a quadruple shot espresso, or something, and stayed totally normal. I, on the other hand, go hyper on a decaf. A decaf will keep me up at night. Is that pathetic, or what?