Curdled Milk

Noelle reminded me that I forgot an integral part of my recount of our San Francisco trip. Hotel Diva offered continental breakfast with our room because we stayed on the Salon Floor. We partook of the breakfast on Saturday morning and quite enjoyed it. Pastries, coffee, and juice were offered and were all really good. On Sunday morning (Remember: Saturday night consisted of heavy drinking) we got up and decided to go get something to eat. Neither one of us was hungover (amazingly) and we felt fine straight out of bed. After getting our food, we came back to our room and got situated on the bed so we could eat. Noelle opened her creamer to dump into her coffee, and all I heard was, "plop, plop" and Noelle saying, "Oh my God," followed by some dry heaving. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the creamer was curdled. Keeping in mind we had been drinking HEAVILY the night before, that was about all Noelle's stomach needed to get sick. I grabbed her coffee from her, careful not to look at it, while she ran to the toilette. I don't think she actually hurled, just dry heaved for a few minutes. I dumped the coffee down the sink (again, not looking at it) and suggested we take a trip to the Starbucks adjacent to the hotel for some fresh coffee. Another reason we love Starbucks. Insert this section right before we took coffee up to Rose and Jen and it will all go together quite well!