Sometimes life knocks you down a few pegs. Here I was going about my days thinking I was a coffee drinker. What a fool I was! I don’t know shit about coffee. But you know what? I’m okay with that. Because I like my sugar with coffee and cream, just like it says in that Beasty Boys song. I’m not ashamed. But I was a little bit ashamed on Sunday at Dallas Coffee Day, when I scanned the room for cream, milk, soymilk, almond milk, breastmilk, anything that resembled milk and came up empty. Oh well. I grabbed a couple veggie tacos and took lots of good whiffs of really delicious-smelling coffee. I tried some too. But still wished for cream and sugar. Sorry. I guess I’m a coffee-pussy.