Doubleshot brings surprises

So, I have really been having a hard time on my new medicine, though this last week was much better than the week before. My mom has found out some information to help me, but I still find that I am much drowsier than normal in the mornings. Today I was very tired and fatigued all morning so, at lunch, I splurged a little on some treats from the store in our office building...and I bought a Starbuck's Doubleshot (chilled espresso and cream in a can). Never again. I mean, I do like the stuff, but it made me pee so bad, that more than once, I had to put the customer on hold so I could run to the lady's room. On the other hand, still on a major caffeine high all those hours later, I had an amazing and wonderful conversation with Chas at dinner tonight. We went to a local Greek restaurant that we had not been to recently, since I got paid today (yay!), and had a lovely meal outside in the patio with the cool breezes blowing too. I also had a great conversation with the owner/chef of the place. We were talking about his daughter who worked there a while back, and we got to talking about the macaroni used in the pastichio. I have been on a furious hunt here for large elbow macaroni, and nobody here sells it, but in a tiny town like Niceville, in the panhandle of Florida, where my friend's parents live (they are from Greece), there is boatloads of the stuff. I foolishly did not pick any up while there, thinking a bigger town like Orlando would surely have it, and that I just wasn't looking in the right places. And let me tell you that his mom is a Greek Goddess in the kitchen. Anyhow, I was talking to the owner/chef about my friend, and how he was going to send me a care package including Manoula's recipe the next time he went home (which will be next month), as a late birthday present in addition to the early present he gave me of the cd player in my car. He asks when my birthday was, and so I told him. He tells me not to move and to stay where I am, and minutes later he returns with a small package of the number 2 macaroni as a gift!!! I was stunned on the one had, but not on the other, because every Greek I have ever met has always been kind and generous in their own way. It was nice and kind, and I will have to bring him some of my Greek cooking the next time I make anything.