Ok, I admit it. I'm an addict. There, I said it.
Wew!
They were right, I feel better already.
It feels GREAT saying it.
I AM A COFFEE ADDICT.
And let me tell ya, I have no plans to stop using anytime soon.

When I went on THAT OTHER BOAT last week, I was astonished at the preparedness of their pantry, or lack there of.
I walked in to check out their coffee selection and was wide eyed.
On the shelf were 2 cans of Maxwell House coffee. That was it.
My eyes surveyed the surrounding shelves quickly, like a Cat burglar scanning someones dressers.
Not noticing any creamer, I ran to the fridge and what did I see?
Milk.
You've got to be kidding me, I thought.
Being the new guy I figured I must be missing something, so I asked the deckhand, "Where do you keep your coffee?"
Unfortunately for me he pointed to the barren shelf with 2 lonely sad cans of Maxwell House.
"That's it?" He confirmed my worst fears.

I said to him, "Dude, you guys on here use coffee as something to swig down your throat in the morning to wake up. On my boat, we treat coffee as a CELEBRATION!"
I think he thought I was kidding.
I wasn't.

If you are allergic to coffee and just walk into our pantry, you might brake out in hives, we have so much coffee.
We hold conversations, lengthy ones, about what flavor or roast we will be enjoying next.
Wine tasting conversations have nothing on us. We can speak of the pleasures of Double Chocolate Mocha for hours.
It might be the Brooklyn Java or the Irish Cream, depending on our mood.
Do you feel like a nice vanilla bean or a Southern Pecan?
You've come to the right boat.
Open our refrigerator and it is well stocked with Hazelnut and Vanilla creamer.
No milk in our coffee.
The days of seaman pouring a cup of steaming black coffee and chugging it down straight, are long gone.
We are not savages here!
Uh oh. It's time for the watch change, I better put on a pot of coffee for the mate.
I think we'll go with the Southern Pecan.
Just because I can.