|So close...but not quite.
-->I’m acutely aware of the cliché that is the person hunched over a laptop whilst sitting in their otherwise hipster-magnet coffee shop. I’m more acutely aware that my Starbucks addiction is, while not quite at the level of problematic addiction, pretty damn close to it.
That said this post is coming to you direct from my local Starbucks store, where Mike, Isaac and James are so quick with my drinks I rarely have to even order. I just have to step up to the counter, flash my phone, and away I go!
Today, though, when I realized how far behind I am on updating this thing (Yep, I'm acutely aware that I completely missed last week's Pizza Friday), I opted for a slightly longer visit. With the amount I’m on the road, Starbucks is the rare oasis during my travels where I can regularly get free and unlimited WiFi, an above-average cup of coffee (I’ve had better…but they’re few and far between) and a decent sandwich. While it is unfortunate that I can’t always find one, some things never change, and it will be my preferred stop 9 out of 10 times.
Even with all of the Starbucks stores I’ve visited my challenges in finding a Virginia mug are growing. Yesterday was spent at an adult birthday party, which while it was good to see my cousins, and aunts, it was largely what I am perpetually terrified that my parties will one day look like, but comforting to know that I don’t really have enough friends for a surprise party to ever happen. I hate surprise parties.
My parents and I drove down together since they were at my house for the evening. For having such a small footprint, the Jetta is remarkably comfortable for three people on a two hour round-trip. Even my 6’0 father had enough room that he didn’t have to encroach on my mother’s back seat space. We were running late, and as such pushed the car up to the mid-80's on the way down. I was fortunate that WAZE kept me on my toes as far as who to expect hiding and how far up the road to expect them.
We arrived at the party after the "big intro" but just in time to have some hors d'oeuvres and cake, which in my opinion is the perfect time to arrive at a surprise party.
After the series of mildly inappropriate jokes, and “you’re getting old” gag gifts wrapped up, I found my way to the local Starbucks store where I was hoping, once again to snag a Virginia mug. This store is the farthest south and west I’ve gone, and while Starbucks considers it the “DC Metro Area” it is just about as far as you can get and still be considered part of it.
I walked inside with great hope that my Virginia mug would appear on the shelves. Alas, no such luck. I’ve lost count of my strikes now, but I’m determined that by the end of February I’ll have some in my hands.
So that said, another two hours in the car, and another 120 miles on the odometer, and I'm still empty handed. The possibility is rapidly growing that I'll break the 10,000 mile threshold just looking for a mug!