My beloved Coffee Bean.
3:45am. Didn't I just to to sleep and now I had to wake up? If I wanted to get a ride to the airport that is the agonizing time I had to wake up. Ben gets up every morning that early and I now understand why he is so tired by 8pm. Luckily I had packed the night before, although in a daze from being tired, I managed to get everything together. I got to the airport a little early and it is so strange to see how many people aren't there. Good thing is the line is nonexistent for security. I was surprised though how the blonde haired checked my ID and asked if I had my hair pulled back since it's down in my drivers license. I didn't feel like being a smart ass so I just said 'yup' and went on my way. As I rounded the corner, my nemesis, actually my love was there. Coffee Bean. The mocha ice blend is my favorite but trying to eat better would not allow such an blissful event to happen. I continued my treck down the the departure gate which is conveniently located at the opposite end of where I was at the moment. It's ok, I had my Zune (ipod but cooler) and thanks to Elke I was listening to Bernard Fanning as I cruised the gate. It was a surreal, happy moment to listen to the songs as if I was in my own video. I think the lack of sleep added to the nostalgia. Altogether though I know I was about to have a great weekend for an amazing cause...
