11 Caribous in 1 Day

I blame my sister. It was her idea. She called me Sunday morning to wake me up and wish me a happy birthday. It’s our thing, we always call each other early on our birthdays and wake each other up. I wasn’t fully awake, and as the saying goes, it seemed like a good idea at the time…

I printed out a few “Free Drink on Your Birthday” emails from Caribou and set off. I managed to stop at eleven Caribou Coffee shops between my house and my Aunt and Uncle’s house (they took me to lunch for my birthday).

Here’s the count: two regular Lattes, one Hazel Latte, a Dark Roast, a Fal La Latte, Two  Cinnamon Wilds, a Macciato, an Americano, a Vanilla Latte and a Decaf Coffee. Don’t worry, I didn’t come to my senses at the end, the Vanilla and the decaf were for my aunt Margie and uncle Jim. One of the Cinnamon Wilds and a regular latte were for my friend Karen, I stopped to see her on the way.

I’m not sure what’s more disturbing, what I did or that there are 11 Caribous relatively between Uptown and Minnetonka.

I was going to try and do more, but I came to my senses over lunch. Good thing, it’s Tuesday now, my headache is finally gone and I’m using complete sentences again.

Oh yeah, one more thing, if I called you Sunday or yesterday, I’m sorry. I’ve finally come down, so it’s safe to approach me now.

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