Someone slipped me some caffiene

I do believe I have been caffienated. DAMN. It happens every six months or so. I go to my favorite coffee shop and someone isn't paying attention and 2 hours later I realize there has been a serious mistake.

It's not like I'm some anti-caffiene activist who believes everyone should avoid it because it is the substance of the devil or something equally ridiculous. When I waitressed at the Rio I would drink a latte before every shift, it made me charming. (At least I believe it did, I'm sure you could find a number of people in Boulder who would disagree but that's a whole other story.) It's just that at some point my body started rejecting caffiene and not in a fun talk-a-mile-a-minute-and-bounce-off-the-walls way, it just makes me feel foggy and forgetful so I stopped drinking it.

The last time I was in Seattle I went to Peet's coffee for a mocha because, quite frankly, Peet's makes the best mochas in the world, caffienated or not. Anyway, I ordered a DECAF mocha, DECAF being the most important part of the order and two hours after drinking it started feeling foggy and forgetful and sleepy (yes, sleepy, go figure) and since I was with my son, nephew, niece and brother-in-law on an epic day of aquarium visiting and such it sucked.

Two days later I went back for another mocha, yes, they are that good. I explained to the barista what had happened the last time when the surly guy took five minutes to make me the wrong drink. I was very nice about it (I left out the part about the surly guy and five minute wait for the wrong drink) and just asked that she make sure it was decaf. I think her first instinct was to be a bitch to me, which I can't really complain about seeing as how my entire bartending career at the Rio was based on that instinct, and she asked me why I couldn't taste the difference between decaf and regular. NOT THE POINT. IT'S NOT MY JOB TO MAKE SURE YOU GET THE DRINK ORDER RIGHT. I did not say this out loud, remember I am still doing a lot of kharmic payback for my customer service years. (Besides, I'm sure that had I questioned the surly guy's drink making abilities he would not have taken it well at all. There are a lot of cranky people in Seattle who are better left alone, he was definitely one of them.) Instead I said that I couldn't taste the difference and I think my calm, dare I say sweet, demeanor disarmed her because she became instantly nicer, made my drink in about 1 minute and didn't make me pay for it. It was decaf which was a relief because if it wasn't I might have had to boycott Peet's on principle which would hurt no one but myself. I would do it anyway.

See, my drink this afternoon must have been full strength because I can't remember what the point of this rambling was. Not that that has ever stopped me before.