Coffee Log, Day 81


Coffee: Whatever they had in that few-gallon carafe at Landon’s wedding. I only drank half a cup. It was watery and buttery and there was Kahlua beside it but I didn’t add any. Usually, a half-cup wouldn’t be enough to take the edge off a caffeine headache. Today, it was fine.

The venue had no AC. We got there at 8:30 while the breeze was still crisp. Wasn’t long before things were heating up. I walked through a hundred-year-old building to the wet-gold outside with a woman on my arm I hadn’t met before. I stood under a tin roof, on gray gravel, surrounded by fake ivy. Landon’s father read the ceremony. It was simple, some kids were laughing, some moms were crying. Landon read his vows. They were simple and good. They got me crying. I’m a sucker for honesty, especially when that honesty brings people together.

Currently Reading:
Americanah, by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Fund the Coffee Log 🙂 –

“If I get married, I want to be very married.” – Audrey Hepburn


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