COFFEE
Now I know what you're all thinking...Meg & Coffee? Surely you jest! The girl has gone 19 years without ever touching the stuff, so why on earth would she dedicate an entry to a liquid she can't even stand the smell of. What has coffee done for Meg that I haven't to get it a journal entry?
SAM
I've been getting many questions about my away messages (mainly from Pete...thanks for reading, Bro! You're awesome!) that say "Coffee with Sam" or something along those lines so now it's time to clear up everything for everyone and to explain why I, Meg Drobniak, hater of coffee, now love it.
The first few days of the first week of classes were a bit tramatic, thanks to my food poisioning and all, but Thursday of that week a bunch of us from Imaging and just the MComm department in general went to lunch together and it came up that I had NEVER ever tried coffee. Sam, who I had just met that day, survives pretty much on coffee and cigarettes, and couldn't believe that I somehow had lived my life without it.
The following week I ran into Sam on his way to get coffee and he intercepted me and decided that today was the day that I was finally going to try coffee. There was excessive amounts of a giggling on my part, cause hey, ending a 19 year streak isn't easy. It was tolerable, but awful at the same time. He said he goal was to get me to drink my own cup at the end of the semester. I was doubtful. We ended up spending the rest of the day hanging out and I thought to myself "Wow, this is a great guy"
The weeks progressed. I would share a cup with Sam, drinking a quarter of the cup, and then half and eventually my own cups. In between the coffee, lunches, phone calls and him keeping me company while I worked on my Imaging projects I found myself not getting hooked on the beverage but the guy who got me started drinking it.
Valentines Day we went out for coffee at a shady diner (sigh...the diners up here will never be the same as Michael's...why is it again that I'm not allowed to have silverwear? Cause I don't think ANYONE remembers anymore...I sure don't!) (PS: NO COCHE!) and I stubbornly drank coffee straight black for a reason I don't remember. Never again will I do that. But if you all read the bitching and complaining I did on the V-Day entry, I still mean every word of it, but I had a great night out with Sam which ended with a long awaited simple peck on the lips and me realizing how crazy I am about this guy.
A few more gallons of coffee between us (hey, for every 10 cups we get from the campus convenience store we get our 11th free!) and we're offically together and I'm totally happy. And in case you guys couldn't figure it out, Sam is my door opening mystery sweetie guy from the last entry. Wow...I've sure linked a lot of pages together in this entry. I kick a lot of ass for doing that!
So now you know how the beverage that I used to loathe (and now currently tolerate and drink on a semi-daily basis) got it's own journal entry. I mean, beer, juice, soda and water never really got me anywhere with guys...and actually, in a round about way, it was coffee that sort of brought Pat and I together last year, but not through me drinking it, but from him drinking it with Laura and her mentioning that I was back in town, but I really had nothing to do with the coffee in that story, so I don't know if it counts or not. I digress...
ANYWAY, so for those of you who have been asking "Who is Sam?" and, more importantly, "Since when do you drink coffee?" there's the answer.
Ironically, there's a half cold cup of it sitting by my computer from Sam and my free cups earlier today...but give me some credit, normally I finish it!
Much love to you all, especially all those coffee drinkers out there. But don't worry, given the choice, I'd rather have my tea than coffee ;-) I'm all about Sam, but I'm not changing THAT much for ANYONE, not matter how great they are!
Tea for one, and one tea for me...