Venti Half caf-mocha-lotta-chio frap please, don't forget the whiped cream.

All right, it’s finally happened. The after effects of working in a coffee house for 3 1/2 years during my college career are beginning to surface. There is a coffee shop that just opened up in the neighborhood, a sister store to the two original stores in park slope (because our neighborhood is confused and trying to be the new more expensive park slope so many identical stores and eateries are opening up). Anyways, back to the story. Well I have gone to tea lounge a few times with Kristen to catch up over some tea and relax. Well if you order a drink that requires frothed milk (or soy milk) or hot chocolate they “dust “ the stop of your drink with a stencil of a heart in cocoa. Well I have officially lost it because I want one of these cappuccino decorators. Who the hell needs one of these, apparently I do even though to be honest I can’t remember the last time I even made coffee. I don’t even drink coffee much at work past the 1/2 a Dixie cup of the office kitchen sludge I can choke down in the morning. I’ve become more of a tea person in my old age.

I am still tempted. That deranged Martha Stewart lurking below the surface in me need to add smiley faces and flowers to my caffeinated concoctions which I would be serving to all my guests (lets be honest my coffee parties would consist of Murphy….the dog). Maybe its the girly side of me that wants to get a squiggly at the sight of a heart on my home made chocolate drink which I attempted to make once and it didn’t taste like it did at the trade show probably because I refused to use cream in argument of my arterial health. More than likely I have lost my mind and if this is any indication of where I am going with my mental health I fear for what I might put my future children through.