My Married Life

Crockpots and sewing machines, a wonderful man and some derpy cats..

Faerie Boilerplate
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This blanket can be gently washed either by hand or by machine and dried likewise and has a lifetime guarantee against disappearances. Should you suspect your blanket has gone missing, please wait 24 to 48 hours and either it or a new blanket will appear on your bed.

We wish you the best of luck in your future endeavors,
Mme Bianca Bumble, esq.

"Faerie Gifts, Ltd.: Specializing in blessings, curses, changelings, glamours, and all matters both Seelie and Unseelie."

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Crafting Overdrive
So, I bought Skyrim for myself back in January or February and kind of lost my mind playing it for a while. When I finally surfaced for air and normal social interactions once more, I realized that I hadn't done a single USEFUL thing in at least a month or two. I kind of went a little nuts in the other direction, fussing with my stash and trying to prepare projects to take with me to Kansas.

I brought with me a hat that I had started the brim of while we were watching Bill Maher live (love him, except for the sexist bits), and some leftover sock yarn that I was making poofs out of. While in Jacksonville and Georgia I bought several more skeins of yarn, some of which I knew what I wanted to do with and others I had no idea about. I bought more in Kansas, and got bit by the weaving bug really badly. I saw a Cricket tabletop loom that I just had to have, but I couldn't bring myself to spend the $150 to buy it, so I just whined incessantly to Adam about it instead.

Over the course of our trip I finished all of the yarn I brought for poofs, finished the hat I'd brought, and started and nearly finished a bag. Once we got home, it was about a week and a half until Sheepfest here in Maryland and I needed to organize my stash in preparation! I went through and added everything to Ravelry, separated out the things I wanted to get rid of, and started queuing the rest up. I grossly overestimated the amount of fiber I had tucked into my closet, so when Sheepfest finally came around I actually only purchased one blue silk hankie for spinning practice.

Along with the silk, I bought some goat cheese, sheep cheese, honey and a mead kit, a small toy loom, some soap, and some tomato, squash, zucchini, and pepper plants for Adam to grow in the back patio. The goat cheese is delicious, I'm afraid the sheep cheese has gone bad, the honey and mead kit turned out okay, but not as good as I would have liked, and the loom quickly proved itself to be serviceable but not nearly good enough for a serious weaver. All in all, I could have done better but I'll be prepared for the year after next, when I can go again.

I made myself a scarf with the loom, but then caved to temptation and bought an even nicer one that I'm waiting for UPS to deliver right now. If anyone wants a little hobby loom for kids, please let me know! After weaving the scarf and deciding I wanted a new loom, I had to prove to myself that I really used all the equipment I owned, so I pulled out my spinning wheel and spun up some yarn. I'm not sure where I got the fiber from, probably an alpaca show somewhere, but it was dyed blue-green and still had lanolin all in it. I spun it in three batches and made a 3-ply yarn out of it, and after washing, it came out quite nicely, if a little crunchy. 

I've started a few more projects, but I'll do individual write-ups on those as I'm still in the process of working on them and hopefully that will get me back into the habit of posting again.

Good Mornin', Good Mornin'!
A friend of mine had me watch Singin' in the Rain the other day, and while I didn't particularly enjoy it, the song the characters sing after they realize they've stayed up all night talking has been stuck in my head on and off ever since.

Good mornin', good mornin'.. it's great to stay up late..

Anyways. I feel as if I have arisen from a long and sometimes terrifying dream. There were dragons, and zombies, cat-people and lizard people. Yes, I've been playing Skyrim pretty much non-stop in my free time since I caved and bought it sometime in January. The days became fuzzy and I'm not quite sure where or when I am yet, but I imagine I'll come around soon. I'm not finished with it and I intend to play more, but I do miss crafting and writing and seeing sunlight and my boyfriend.

Right now, though, I want to tell you about my Chinese class. Yes, Chinese. I'm taking a little two-week intro to the Chinese language, and I have to say that it is an absolute blast. I'm really enjoying learning about the culture and geography, but I can't decide if my level of fun is based entirely on the language, or is partially due to the novelty of learning a language other than Korean.

For reasons almost unrelated to the language, though, it's been an eye-opening experience. You'd think that being in the military would expose you to all sorts of people and viewpoints and really broaden your horizons, right? Not so much. With a few notable exceptions, most military folk can be categorized as neat, health-conscious-ish (if only because it makes PT less painful), patriotic-ish, and in general right-wing-ish. This is at least true during training, and I have to caveat this by saying that there may also be some bias towards the intel fields, as I still haven't and probably never will interact with military folk outside of my career field.

Either way, I'm meeting some really new people in my class.

First is an older woman who I suspect may be either slightly illiterate (is illiteracy a spectrum or a binary thing?) or perhaps dyslexic. We've gone over pinyin (the Chinese romanization system) every day for a week now, repeating the sounds over and over again as we look at the letters that represent them, and she still can't get it. Even something as simply as "ne" being pronounced "nuh", she'll sometimes say "neh" or even "ha" for some reason I haven't fathomed yet. Possibly because she's remembering "ni hao" from earlier in the dialogue that we're reading, but still. I've even asked her if she's much of a reader and she says she used to be, but doesn't have much time for it now. She could be lying, I don't know. I just can't figure out how her brain works that she doesn't pick this stuff up. She doesn't seem unintelligent-- in English she gets along just fine, so I don't know.

Next is another older woman who wears cat sweatshirts to class every day. I look at her and think, "there but for the grace of a gym-rat boyfriend in college go I". She loves her cats way better than people, has given up meat and seafood because she doesn't like animals dying, but also hates vegetables, therefore ends up eating pizza almost every night. She scares me because that could have been me if I hadn't developed an intense aversion to stagnation and unhealthy living while in college. She also doesn't seem like she really wants to be there. She makes no attempt at speaking with tones, speaks very quietly when called on (not in a shy way, just in that tone of voice that implies no effort whatsoever), and in general seems more concerned with making sure we take all of our breaks on time than with learning anything.

The character that drives me nuts, though, is a guy who almost perfectly embodies the Sad Nerd archetype. He's very outspoken about his opinions, asks odd and oddly-timed questions in class, blinks furiously when speaking, engages in obnoxious self-deprecation, and I hate to say it but he has this way of existing that just makes me want to shake him and tell him to grow a backbone and stand up straight and stop being so goddamn sad. It's not even that he's particularly sad emotionally, it's just sad watching him. It's hard to say. He makes references no one gets or wants to admit to getting, and he's got that particularly aggressive conversation style that I've noticed a lot of "intel" type people having. I don't know if it's that I was raised in the South, and we're generally polite (until we're not) and willing to make conversational concessions. Things like conceding that a particular book or movie wasn't to one's taste, that perhaps there is a difference of opinion among the speakers, that sort of thing. This gent, and others like him, see conversation as a sort of competition (see also: nerds and penis measuring at D&D and other gatherings) where they're trying to score points on the other person. It makes talking to them exhausting and extricating oneself from the conversation difficult if not extremely painful.

I'm trying very hard not to be judgmental of the people in my class, especially where it comes to language skills, but it's more difficult than I like to admit. It's worse because I'm convinced that I'm not doing anything special but paying attention and maybe some pattern-matching. When the teacher tells me that "ao" makes the "ow" sound, I expect that it doesn't take but one or two repetitions for that to stick and I can't understand why it wouldn't. Especially when you know of such things as Mao Zedong, Laos, Daoism.. That sound pops up everywhere and there's no reason why you shouldn't be able to remember that when confronted with it twice in a ten minute span.

That turned into way more of a rant than I intended, but I suppose that's a side-effect of having a journal to write in. Shit bothers me, yo.

Wow, I’ve really let this thing go. I promised myself I wouldn’t, but then we moved up to Baltimore and my whole schedule changed all at once. I started Korean class on the first of December, so not only did I change where I’m commuting from, I changed where I’m commuting to, and even though I ended up having more time on my hands, I spent most of it unpacking, organizing, and then knitting on the couch while watching The Wire with Adam.

I know I’ve mentioned that I’ve finished my sweater, but I still haven’t gotten the zipper put in or taken pictures of it. I started an apron that got stalled, and then there was Christmas. Adam was gone a lot during December, so I had some time to focus, but in January he hit his something something rotation that means he spends more time at home. He only goes in a couple days a week for a few hours, so it’s wonderful to have him around all the time, but it also means that I get distracted easily and tend to not finish anything. I’ll sit down and work on the apron once he starts working more again.

Since I started my second Korean class, I’ve been working on baby hats practically nonstop. In the two and a half weeks I’ve been here, I’ve knitted nine of them and am working on a tenth. I don’t take them home (except for Tuesday nights, to work on during D&D), so at home I’ve been working on a laceweight top, a hat for Adam, and a hat requested by a girl in class.

Outside of that, I’ve been feeding my game obsession with a lot of Minecraft (there’s a mod for animal breeding-- lost my damn mind for a few days) and slowly trying to teach myself to program. I have very few real goals in mind, though, so I work on it for an hour or two and then wander off. I should be getting a book in the mail soon that will help with that, though. I’ve got a few more things I’d like to do in the works, but I’ll give them their own posts later on.

It's snowing, y'all!

I've seen snow before. When I went to Michigan and Chicago, there was snow everywhere, but it had all come down before I arrived, and we didn't get any new snow at all.

I honestly hadn't expected to get any snow this winter, given that we had a bit of a cold snap but then it warmed up considerably and has stayed that way since. Apparently I was wrong, as I spent the evening inside with Adam, not really paying attention to anything when I suddenly looked outside and saw a blanket of white covering the cars and fat little snowflakes cascading down. The streets are still clear, and Adam says it won't stick, but it still blew my mind and I had to go run out and stand in it for a bit.

Miguel told me that when it snows you can hear this grinding sound coming from the clouds, like stones rubbing together, and whenever I've pictured snow in my head, I've always heard jingle bells. Turns out we were both wrong. I went outside and shut the door and this hush came over everything. Maybe it's that I've been listening to the TV or computer games all night, but as I stood outside in the snow and the glow of the streetlight, there was no sound.

Cars passed by, but the snow seemed to muffle everything and I felt for a second like I was the only creature in the world. The snow made everything seem so close that it felt like I'd stepped into a different room, not outside. It's beautiful and I love it. I figure that's what Christmas Eve should have felt like, and I hope it snows (just a little) while I'm in Korea.

Now I'm sitting here with snow melting in my hair, exhausted and about to pass out, but I really want to run downstairs again and sit outside in the snow for a bit longer.

The flakes already look smaller, and I'm afraid there won't be anything left by the time I wake up tomorrow, so I'll put off bed for another hour or two and watch the magic until it disappears.

Wrapping and Unwrapping
2011 is officially over. In order to commemorate it, Dr. Boyfriend and I went to see Get The Led Out last night and watched fireworks over the Inner Harbor. There was no champagne, but we brought in the new year with a big wet kiss and then took our drunk asses home to bed and passed out. Well, I passed out. He had had significantly less tequila than I had (0 margaritas to my 1) and came to bed in a much more orderly manner.

Today we welcomed the new year by cleaning the house top-to-bottom and planning out our meals for the next week, like good organized adults. It's really wonderful to share this house and the responsibility of taking care of it with him, because we both love it so much it never seems like a chore, or really a responsibility at all.

Looking back at 1 January 2011, I was in a very different place than I am now. I still hadn't finished my military training and thought that I had the rest of my life all neatly planned out. I'd just left Michigan and seen Miguel for the final time (though I didn't know it at the time). As with every new year, I was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and ready to go break down ALL THE BARRIERS and make my life even more awesome than it was before.

I think 2011, while it definitely took me in some unexpected directions, was one of my most successful years in terms of improving my lot in life. I graduated with honors from Goodfellow, watched what I thought would be my final relationship explode in a gigantic flaming ball of death, and in the course of pulling myself back together met the most wonderful man I've ever known. I moved into a real-person apartment and made (and re-made) some amazing friends in the form of my craft night girls, got my favorite cat back and adopted a little hellion that I firmly believe no one else would have adopted and kept. I took the biggest, scariest plunge and moved in with Dr. Boyfriend, in the middle of a big city full of crime and scary people and haven't regretted a second of it.

I conquered a lot of my demons in regards to my art-- be it knitting sweaters, writing this blog, or diving headfirst back into programming (more on that in another post). Even more importantly, I've picked up new skills such as sewing and cooking, that I'd long looked at as way too difficult for me. As a matter of fact, I cooked an ENTIRE stack of pancakes today and they all came out beautifully.

But, of all things that 2011 brought me, I have to say that the single most important piece of self-development I encountered was when I learned about the concept of social justice, how little of it there actually is, and what I can do to fix that. It's made me a very angry person, but for reasons I feel are acceptable, and it's opened my eyes to how much of a terrible person I used to be in a way that makes me want to work as hard as possible to reverse it. One of my hopes for 2012 is to convince at least one other person that these issues matter and that they should care and help fight for them.

On a much more introspective note, I have one other resolution for this year. As I said, relationship-wise, the early part of this year was a roller coaster of unpleasantness and awesomeness. I've spent more time than I care to admit going over in my head conversations that will never happen with people I never want to or will see again. As well as playing over parts of the past two years where I could have saved myself all that trouble and heartache if I'd stood up for myself, or walked away, or kicked either of my previous boyfriends the fuck out of my house. I need that to stop.

The past is what it is, and tormenting myself by playing my mistakes on repeat in my head isn't going to fix it or make any of it not happen. Even if it could, looking at where I am now, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't want to change anything. I made mistakes, I hurt people, and others hurt me in turn, but in the end I'm so intensely happy with where my life is right now and where I believe it to be going that fussing about the past is just going to ruin the present and future pleasantness.

I resolve in 2012 to forgive myself and forgive everyone else, let all the hatchets be buried, and forget about the people who used to be in my life that never deserved to be. I am happy now and that's the only thing that matters.

Happy New Year, everyone!

Adventures in Sewing!
I went with my girls down to Joann's last Thursday for Craft Night, with the intention of buying zippers for a few unfinished knitting projects as well as the pattern and fabric to start my second real sewing project. I wanted to be like Chelsea and jump head-first into it, the way she just randomly decides to sew Rapunzel's dress from Tangled, complete with embroidery.

I got my wish. We found an adorable apron pattern that Sasha and I both wanted to do. Unfortunately there was only one copy, but it came with three different patterns, so we picked the one we liked and spent another thirty minutes rummaging through the fabric section, trying to find the perfect fabrics.

Let me just say that I had no idea there were so many freaking cute fabric patterns available. I could have spent days in that store matching things and oogling at all the different designs. Thankfully, I was on a budget and could only get enough for one project at a time. That's my new rule, no fabric purchases unless I have a project in mind!

I found the following three fabrics:

The first one (blue) will be my main pattern for the apron. It's not as boring as a plain, colored fabric would be, but the pattern is small enough that it doesn't look ridiculously busy and clearly homemade.

The pink is my favorite, honestly, and I want to go buy the whole roll. I'm sure I'll end up getting more of it later for more projects. I am in love. This will be for the sash that goes around the apron, and the ruffle at the bottom of the skirt, the major accents. Minor accents will be done in the butterfly fabric-- the inside of the pocket as well as the smaller ruffles on the bodic of the apron. I really like this one as well, and I think I'll pick up some more of it as soon as I can come up with a justification for doing so. Also required was some interfacing, which I didn't know anything about, and some pink butterfly buttons to decorate the apron. Along with the aforementioned zippers, this brought me right up against my $50 budget for craft supplies, so I was quite happy.

My next post will probably be a photoblog devoted to my actual attempts to sew. I have to say it was going rather well until Dr. Boyfriend came home and started distracting me. I hadn't had to rip out a single seam until he came home. He's lucky he's cute.
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Big City Horrors
Last Saturday we finally got to sleep in, but that ended with probably the scariest thing that's happened to me since moving to Maryland (including the car accident):

Ares (the annoying cat) likes to run like crazy all around the house, so I'm used to ignoring noises from downstairs now. This morning I woke up hearing what I thought was him, then grew into this crazy tramping sound of someone coming up the stairs. I remembered locking the door the night before and John (landlord) hadn't told us anything about anyone coming, so I woke Adam and prepared myself to go down swinging. We didn't have a single weapon-like object in the whole upstairs, so I wasn't sure we'd make it, but I was damned if I wasn't going to take someone with me.

Adam called out to whoever it was, and the tramping stopped, so we thought we'd maybe scared him. He kept calling, but no one responded and I kept waiting to hear him retreat out the door, but there were no sounds. Eventually we had to do the stupid horror-movie thing and go and investigate, so we got up and got dressed. As we did that, I saw a fucking LADDER leaning against the bathroom window!

For the unaware, we have a small balcony outside of our bathroom on the third floor, and apparently someone had somehow gotten out to it and put a ladder up. I threw caution to the wind and went outside, trying to see what the fuck was going on.

It turned out that no one had been in our house. The guy next door to us didn't realize anyone had moved in since he had last been to his property, so he'd had the guy climb his lower roof, then up to our balcony, to get up to our roof and over across to his roof because it was easier than going straight up the wall. Once we got an explanation for all this, we didn't mind so much, but my god it scared the shit out of me at first.

Moral of the story? We're buying a baseball bat.

I haven't forgotten!
To begin with, I'd like to apologize to all three of my readers for taking such a long hiatus unexpectedly. The hoops we've had to jump through to arrange internet at the new apartment have not yet ended, and in the process I've started a class, nearly finished a sweater, had several other pressing issues around the house to deal with, and am figuring out how to live with my boyfriend. So bear with me.

When we last left off, we had just signed the lease and begun the process of moving in to our dream home. Then we realized that the furnace downstairs doesn't put out heat (we have one for the upper two floors and one for the lower two floors), thus rendering the bottom portion of our home nearly unlivable at a steady fifty degrees in the winter. The basement has a leak when it rains, and at first the garbage disposal was not connected to the pipes in the wall, preventing us from using the dishwasher or the sink. There was also no gas at first, so no heating or cooking in general for the first few days Adam was there.

Gas was an easy fix, but we still couldn't cook due to nowhere to put the dirty dishes, and when the Comcast modem arrived (I opted for self-install), it was revealed that the cable outlet in the office was not hooked up to receive signal, so we had to wait a week to get a technician to come out anyways to sort things out. The landlord promised to send someone out to fix the sink, but we never saw anyone until one morning we came down to find a tiny note saying "Fixed" left next to the sink. Fuckin' elves, I tell you.

The cable guy came out, and after giving me a few heart attacks concerning the wiring in the house, got the glorious internet juice flowing, praise be to the Great Noodly One. We still have no heat downstairs, but the upstairs is pleasantly livable. As we get things unpacked, hung up, put away, and generally spruced up, the house gets better and better. I'm really glad we did this.

On the interpersonal side of things, it started off a little rocky. Everyone shows "moving in together" as this big romantic time of wonderfulness and puppies and rainbows, but they always leave out the part where moving is exhausting, annoying, and you're still having to go to work while doing all of this. Adam spent a few days in the house without me, then when I finally got there he had to work nights the first two days I was there. Nothing is quite so creepy as a new house downtown that makes "people stepping" noises. We finally got to spend the night together on our eight-month anniversary, which seemed appropriate and was quite nice.

Unfortunately, due to various family and work dramas, Adam wasn't having the greatest time the first week, and that combined with the general moving malaise left things somewhat tense. We got through it with no fights and no snippiness, so I give us mad points for that. The budget is on track, the house is coming together, and we finally got to have Date Night last night, so we're doing great now.

Due to my D&D and craft nights, and his working late hours and extracurricular hospital activities, we honestly haven't seen each other any more since we moved in than we did before, though we do collapse into bed together every night, which is wonderful. If only we didn't have to get up at 0400.

Our crowning achievement was getting the router set up and wi-fi enabled in the house, but that went to shit when the router died two days ago, so now we're switching off internets between us and it's not as nice. I'm just happy to have almost everything settled now though.

Baltimore Noms
There are so many delicious restaurants in Baltimore, I decided I would write up reviews of some of my favorites. I feel like it doesn't need to be said, but please note that parking is a nightmare for all of these places, so if you take a group I strongly recommend that you carpool and plan to walk a few blocks. If it's cold, bundle up, and if it's gloomy out, do take an umbrella.

Grano - Hampden
Grano is a little tiny pasta bar in Hampden, surrounded by bars and antique stores. Inside it has a seating at the bar for seven or so, plus three two-person tables and two two-person tables outside (though it's a bit too cold to eat out there in the evenings now). They have a BYOB policy, which is something I'd never seen before I got here, but apparently you bring in your own bottle of wine and for a $3 opening fee you can drink wine with your dinner. Conveniently there is a liquor store right down the street that sells wine. The kitchen is open to the bar, so you can watch them cook your food, and if you order water it comes in a fancy bottle and somehow magically tastes better than tap water from other places, I don't know.

As for the food itself, you choose your sauce, which can be vodka sauce, various spicy or non-spicy reds, and whatever they have on special, then pair it with different types of handmade pasta (fusilli, spaghetti, linguine), and you can have artisanal bread or meatballs as a side if you choose. The bread comes with a container of olive oil with spices in it, and usually three fat cloves of garlic that have been marinated to the point of squishiness. This is delicious when squished and spread over the bread. We haven't had the meatballs yet so I can't say. They have three desserts available: cannoli, tiramisu, and I can't remember the other one, but we haven't tried them so I can't speak to them. I'm guessing they're probably amazing, though.

Asahi - Fell's Point
Asahi is a sushi restaurant just outside of Fell's Point proper on Broadway street. Of course it has the stereotypical Japanese name, but the chefs are all Korean inside. Nothing too fancy for decorations, rice paper and bamboo lanterns, paper fans, jade dragons and whatnot on the walls. The main thing that makes this place stand out to me is that the rolls are reasonably priced and very fresh, and the people who work there are all quite friendly. It's not a snobby upscale place like Ra (also tasty, but for another time), but more a comfortable place to go when you want to relax and eat some raw fish without a lot of fuss. Not BYOB, but does serve various beers and plum wine.

Salt - Patterson Park
I've only been to Salt once, but it was pretty fantastic, I have to say. If Asahi is a comfortable pair of tennis shoes you throw on to go for a walk, Salt is the super-sexy but somehow still comfortable pair of heels you wear for a night out. The bar has shelves behind it that are backlit with fancy-shaped bottles of liquor, and above the bar itself are three rows of five or six green-tinted lamps with wide covers over them. I'm guessing that two rows just didn't put out enough light for people to eat by. All of the lighting in the place is very indirect, lit-from-beneath kind of thing, and when we went on a Friday night, there was no hope of us getting a table without a reservation. Luckily the bar serves a full menu and they just happened to have two seats down at the end.

I got grilled red snapper and Adam had the seared tuna. The fish was perfectly moist and basically fell apart in my mouth. It had a crispy skin that went perfectly with it, and the buttery sauce it was served in was amazing. It was also served with some sort of fish balls or hush puppies, I'm not quite sure what they were, but those were tasty as well. Adam's tuna was perfectly cooked, and he had to help me finish my snapper because the portion sizes were just too much for me. Dessert consisted of three tiny ice cream cones with maple, chocolate w/ palm sugar, and lemongrass flavors. They were so good, it was hard to eat them slowly, and even harder to share!

Morning Edition - Patterson Park
Dr. Boyfriend and I go to Morning Edition practically every weekend. I recommend Saturday mornings because they get really crowded on Sundays and also they have a limited menu (presumably to facilitate getting as many post-church diners in and out efficiently). The restaurant itself is on a nondescript corner near the park, with ivy and plants growing up the walls, which is about the only thing that separates it from the surrounding buildings. Inside, though, it looks like everything Cracker Barrel wishes it could be. There's not a whole lot of seating, and the chairs are all mix-and-matched antiques, but they're mostly comfortable and the walls and free spaces are covered with old-timey decorations. They have the City Paper and OUTloud (local GLBTQ paper) available up front for you to read, so Adam and will sit and read the paper while we drink our coffee and wait for them to take our order.

The wait time AFTER you get a table is usually pretty ridiculous, and depending on who's working the service will be hit or miss. Usually it's 30-45 minutes before we see our food, but it's so tasty and we're never in a rush when we go, so it's worth it. Sometimes the server will be friendly and smiling, other times you'll get the barest nod along with, "Coffee?" or "Ready?". The food is always delicious, though, and our orders are never wrong, so I'm willing to give them a lot of leeway on the "service with a smile" concept. Honestly, it's kind of nice to be able to read your paper and eat in peace without being checked on every five minutes.

I highly recommend.. basically everything, but specifically the chicken sausage (and I don't even like sausage) and the coffee (Zeke's Fair Trade, and I don't even like coffee!). Though I will say, give the hot chocolate a pass. It's Ghiradelli, so you'd think it would be really good, but it tends to settle quickly and you have to constantly be mixing it. Though it improves greatly with the addition of some cream (much to Adam's horror). Do yourself a favor and try this place!


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