I was doing a pretty good impression of a bush-baby. Too bad it was at 0100.
Around four the previous afternoon, after visiting the local native plant nursery (Canyon’s Edge Plants – highly, highly recommend!), Dorothy Grant and I went next door to Palace Coffee. Palace Coffee is a serious coffee place that has won national awards for fancy coffees and such. I’d not been in there before.
I got a vanilla cappucino. Normally, if I drink coffee I drink lattes, because most coffee tastes deadly bitter to me. So a nice cappucino arrives with a sort of firebird-type logo on the foam. We settled in for a sip-n-chat as college kids drifted in and out around us.
Good coffee, seriously good coffee! No bitter, or at least not enough that I was hunting for additional milk and sugar to kill the flavor. We did giggle over the logo a little.
We drank out coffee and chatted, then went and had a nice supper with Peter, then chatted for a while longer, and all went to our respective places to sleep. Except… I didn’t sleep.
Apparently the coffee was strong enough, late enough in the afternoon, that it kept me going until 0200. Dorothy also had a little trouble nodding off. I thought I had a pretty high caffeine tolerance, but apparently not that high.
Still, it was very good coffee. Just not after 1600 next time.