Pancho and I are driving north on Kimberly Avenue, my favorite alternative route to North Asheville. (Let’s face it – Merrimon Avenue is a big pain in the ass, right?). Sitting in the driver’s seat, I am completely rocking out to our new Jubilee minister Amy Steinberg‘s Simplistic Logistics of Existence – which is a totally badass rock ‘n’ roll song .
I say to my little chihuahua, sitting quite contented – and almost always focused on me – “Well what do you think, Pancho? Caffeine high?”
Let’s review: after two days of no caffeine, I decide – when my water bottle turns up empty after lunch – to have a Coke from the Sonic drive-thru. Then, while we are waiting for our car to be repaired at Curtis Hi-Tech in East Asheville, we wander down to Filo coffee and pastry shop, where I have a 16-ounce coffee – and then the refill is 50 cents, so that’s a no-brainer.
So could this be a caffeine high? No question. (I have been pretty sick with a cold all day. This is such a blast! A little vacation from being sick.)
“Do you have any problem with this being a caffeine high, Pancho?”
Pancho had no problem with it. Nor do I.