Day #6: Not the Vampire Slayer
Although, like Sarah Michelle Gellar she can do anything she puts her mind to.
It’s still Thursday, right? It is if I’m still awake, I suppose. This is Buffy the cat. She came into my life by accident, stayed in it by design, and is one of the silliest animals there every was. I’m pretty sure her mom had an affair with the milkman (milkdog?) because her temperament is definitely fido.
A late evening iced coffee to curb my food coma. Actually, this store in Sunnyvale (not to be confused with the Hellmouth) turned out to be amazing. Since they were closing up and out of iced coffee I couldn’t hide my #sadtrombone face and thought I might just pass. The barista swooped in, and in true superhero fashion comped me an iced americano instead. Well done. Truly legendary.
Side note: The great Terri Hilton, who took this picture, was saddened when she only just learned of my Starbuckian pursuits at 8pm. She insisted that had she known earlier she would have easily added 12 more stores within the span of our day together instead of taking me on a walking tour of Stanford. Next time, Terri.