Trouples Rock. Irony Doesn't.

I'm starting to think Mike and I are going to have to advertise on Craigslist for a male to be a part of our trouple when we move to Cleveland. We seem to always have a good time with our friend, Tim. And in Denver we hung out with Joe, another troupler. It's grand when you get to the point of no third-wheelness.

Wanted: Easy going, fun male willing to hang out with young newlyweds. Must be okay with vegetarians, the occasional bicker, Thai and Indian food, a kiss or two (us, not you), and wanna be hippies. Vespa preferred, for nostalgia's sake. Make us laugh or engage us in an intellectual discussion and you're in.

After our trouple picnic on Friday, we headed to the coffee shop for an evening of reading and coffee. I ordered a tall iced chai latte in my reusable mug and plopped down in a big comfy chair, ready to settle into a long session with my beloved Photoshop.

Twenty five (25!!) minutes later, my drink was *finally* ready, and in a disposable plastic cup.

"Um, where's my mug?" I asked innocently, to the young barista.

"Oh!," smacking his head.

"Don't worry about pouring it in my mug," I say tersely, wanting to just drink my friggin' tea.

Like a good little yuppie, I proceeded to whine to Mike and Tim about the consistently poor service at this coffee shop. 25 minutes! Plastic cup! Argh!!

[Let me stop here to say that I don't hassle people who give me food. As long as it doesn't have meat, I'll take it. I don't cause problems. I'm pretty passive, as you know. And I hate to think or say mean things about anyone. So, when I say the service is bad - I MEAN it. It's awful - I feel like I'm at a bar where boys desperately attempt to pick up girls, instead of a coffee shop!]

As I'm ranting, the barista comes over, apologizes, and offers me two samples - a grenadine blended coffee, and a smoothie. Well. SHUT. ME. UP.

Happy about the samples, cringing at the bad timing, and realizing the irony: I'd brought my own mug to avoid a disposable coffee cup. Instead - I now have a big plastic cup for my chai tea, a small Styrofoam cup, and a plastic cup from my samples. And my coffee mug is still clean.
Well.

What can ya do, right?

I enjoyed all my sample goodness and my iced chai tea latte.

PS: We spent 3 hours and $600 at Ikea yesterday. I know, right? I can never just go in and get one thing.

PPS: Tomorrow is the Big Blog Swap. So look for a guest blogger on here, and look for my post over here about my blogaholism. It's an issue, people.