I have seen these virtual coffee dates around the blog world, which are super cute but also kinda weird. I mean, if you want to meet for coffee, hit me up! Isn’t weird that I’m eavesdropping on your life?
But, today I invite you to meet me for coffee…
I’d text you that I’m running late because I’m on
Mexican Monican time.
Then, I’d rush in and order a Venti iced coffee. I’d ask if they have almond milk, they won’t, so I’ll use milk and sugar.
And I’d tell you…
After hanging out with Leah yesterday I want to do a deodorant cleanse. And get some chickens. And become a hippie and move up to Ventura. Seriously, “deodorant cleansing” is a thing and I’m going to do it. But tell me if I smell okay?
My foot hurts – do you think it’s a stress facture? Want to rub it? <Shows you foot here>
Do you want to share a cinnamon roll? (If you say “no” I won’t get it, but I’ll be sad about it the whole rest of this conversation. And I’ll probably get one to-go thinking I’d share it with someone else, but I’ll eat it all on the way home
and blame you on some level.)
I can’t squat when I’m drunk and this becomes a problem in Las Vegas. Drunk girls pee on the seat, hello. How can we work on this as a team?
I would invite you over to watch the Canelo – Mayweather fight. He reminds me of my brother so much! Another redheaded Mexican #Unicorn
Anyway. Next time we should meet for Happy Hour…