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Maybe.

Unless it's actually this one:

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A promo for some kind of dating site, but insanely fun anyways. And totally scientific!

Here's another peanut butter cup item, something that combines a desperate love of coffee with a disdain for intellectual property rights!



( teatime )

Today: how to make a frothy, frothy mocha! Yum!



FIRST and foremost, you gotta get a new espresso maker. Not the cheesy little plastic one you used in grad school - to make good espresso, the maker has gotta weight at least as much as the equivalent volume of lead bullion. Have your husband's relatives buy you one. If all the instructions are in Italian, then you know you've hit paydirt.

( coffee goodness )

We think maybe our alien friend has had a few too many cups of the Kona.



Uh, yup.

Using dodgy hostel intarnets right now. Afraid boys playing Scorpions videos I booted off will soon return to murder me.

After a hearty 2 hours sleep, left ExCel con center hotel promptly at 3:45 am London time. It was raining, and one of our party had gotten stuck in an elevator on the way over from his hotel. Two other members were at large, looking for him. They finally straggled in, dripping from the rain, that turns out to have soaked their clothes an attractive suitcase color.

Into taxis. The drivers heard we were going via Ryan air, and began to tell taxi guy horror stories. We laughed nervously, until we arrived Stanstead airport to see taxi guy was 100% correct in predicting a mass exodus of truly biblical proportions.

The Ryan Air kiosks were quite reasonable. Except for checking in to the flights for Riga. Which, we were. We waited half an hour, then towards an hour. Mr. Tiki tried using logic on some of the personnel, to no effect. Finally, a mere two minutes before checkin was scheduled to be closed, we got to the desk.

Then, through security, where tiki dinged the metal detector, and a few more of our party were pulled aside for Shoe Inspection. And then to the hideously crowded train, and a brisk run to the gate, 5 minutes before our plane was scheduled to depart. We fell behind, lugging the backpack with the laptop, and as we lumbered down the gangway, suddenly saw our party pop back in to view, running up the same stairs, waving and shouting, THAT WAY! We looked, down the bit that said "EMERGENCY EXIT?" Um. And, yes, that's how we got to our plane.

Uneventful flight for the most part, especially after the leadup. We woke up to a sudden unholy shaking, and began to flash our lifetime, only to be reassured by Mr. Tiki that it was simply a typical Ryan Air one-wheel landing. Never again.

We're in Riga. Cool architecture dude. Food 8,000% better than London--we had chicken crepes & a mocha for lunch at a glorious chain called DOUBLE COFFEE. (Latvia, we lurves you.) After touring some churches, the party ran out of steam and has crashed upstairs. We're waiting for enough people to revive to go get some dinner.

Ask us why we're drinking our morning coffee out of a 1981 Boy Scout Jamboree mug.

Go ahead.

Ask us.

Stitchie "Starbucks" mugs.

It's like somebody in Japan is readin' our mind!!!!!!!!

Did we ever talk here about getting a mocha in Japan? Anyways, we were waiting for a train, and went to an espresso stand, where she brewed up a really yummy-looking mocha, and then efficiently inserted the cup into a paper bag, rolled up the bag, and stapled the top.

How was everybody's weekend? Mr. Tiki is gone again, but will return soon, bearing more Stitch cereal boxes for our collection.