And if what Tina said about me is true, that Im a careful and discreet person, I wont be doing all sort of wild and crazy thing, right? So, could it be possible for me to miss my flight again for Irish coffee?

Tina is right. For two consecutive weeks I left LA without dropping by to say Hi.

The weather in LA changes into bitter cold on the third week. As Im getting ready the money to pay for the air ticket, a piece of paper falls out from my purse. I pick it up and my eyes stop at the word Yeats

Suddenly, W.H. Audens In Memory of W. B. Yeats pop into my head:

Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry

W.B. Yeats, Ireland, Irish coffee, Tina, all is poetry. Ok, thats it. Forget about the personality. Im going to stay and look for Irish coffee.

Following the address print on the card, I reach Yeats before 12 midnight. I push open the front door, walk toward the bar area without looking back. I take a seat at the bar. All these while, Tina was watching with a big smile on her face.

What would you like to have? Coffee or tea?

Coffee, please.

What kind of coffee would you like to have?

Irish coffee.

I don’t have to look at the menu as we finish the conversation tacitly.

You have to pay attention now. Tina takes out the Irish coffee mug and put it on the table. There are no specific selections of bean for the coffee extract. Jamaica Blue Mountain and Sumatra Mandheling should do the job. I prefer using Sumatra mandheling, my experience told me that it have to be thick.

Tina is giving me a lecture in coffee 101, only exception is Im not doing the taking note stuff.

Espresso barely made it; its just too thick, cost lusterless and reduces the aromatic smell.

While waiting for the coffee, she takes a bottle of whisky, pour the whisky into the Irish coffee glass until it reach the level of first gold rim at the bottom of the glass. Her expression reminds me of pouring acid sulfur into test tube during high school chemistry class.