Starbucks Virgin

I had that claim, until tonight.

Let me set the scene...

First home game at EVHS. Football field. Bone-numbing temps. Wind. Rain to come.

And, here comes Coach B...a dear person...with an armful of Starbucks for Mrs. Allen, Schu, and I.

Wait, I get Starbucks? In my 24 (I'm getting used to saying that) years of existence, I've never had someone bring me Starbucks.

Wait, it gets better. She knew I didn't like coffee. She knew I couldn't eat sweets because of Lent.

So, she gets me HOT APPLE CIDER! A dream come true.

I felt so loved and cared for by this simple act.

It trully made my day (in addition to JV winning 14-0 and Varsity winning 20-6 against Culpeper, my alma mater).

Moral of the Story: Mark it down. March 31st. I am no longer a Starbucks virgin. Thanks friend.


Confession: I think it's really weird to go into Starbucks because there are soooo many choices. I'm used to Choice A or Choice B.