I can't say I started off my morning with Chai, because it was actually the afternoon before I made it, while running out the door to catch my bus. I ran and only just caught it. I'm really happy for that, I was sure I would miss it completely.
Anyway, for my lunch break I wandered up to my usual place and got myself a pot of Irish Breakfast tea. Why? Because there was a special on for it today because it's St. Patrick's day. :D
My pot of Irish Breakfast, and across my friend's pot of White Peach.
From the window I could see a lineup to get into Durty Nelly's. It was a sea of green.
Besides the fact that I'm not a big drinker anyway (well, not alcohol) I've always felt a little uncomfortable with getting completely smashed on St. Patty's day. In the morning. In public.
I mean, besides the fact that I would be uncomfortable drinking that much, that early in public anyway, doing so in the name of the Irish just seems...
Yeah, I just don't like it. :( I'll choose another holiday that's less closely tied to a different nationality to get shitfaced. Like Labour Day. Hell yeah, Labour Day.
While I was drinking it I decided that a little bit of milk would be great, so I went to get some.
And I splashed a big glug of it (Note: I use "glug" as a unit of measurement) in my cup. :(
Not cool, milk. Not cool. Having that much milk in my tea is only good when it's a Latte. :(
And this time I remembered to get some hot water on my way out the door. Because I am a total wuss when it comes to hot drinks, and because my travel mug is a very good mug, I'm still drinking that cup now.
So, overall I'm feeling a bit better than I was this morning. I've got tea, and I've got a computer. I'll be alright.