Our First Coffee Date

If we met for coffee...
...I'd likely be holding a Starbucks cup and not my Alumni mug. And yes, I grasp onto my coffee like it's the air I breathe when I'm at coffee with someone else, or reading.
...I'd tell you how happy I was that I reloaded my Starbucks Gold Card earlier in the week, because the student loan company took my monthly payment out three times this week and overdrew my account  by $60.
...Then I'd tell you about how I found out during the embarrassing moment when a cashier at subway told me my debit card was declined and I had to put my $7 sandwich on my American Express.
...If I know you like wine, I might tell you about this awesomely cheap wine I found at Smiths the other day called Flip Flops. Yes, it has a screw top, but I don't even care because the Moscato is delish.
  ...I'd tell you all about how after one diaper change on the living room floor last weekend, the Baby rolled over and randomly started doing Baby Yoga. I'd probably show you a couple pictures of how I joined her on the floor, and she followed me pose-by-pose. Then I'd brag about how she did one-legged downward facing dog all by herself and I was the one copying HER!   ...I'd probably comment on her adorable chubby little legs. Because, really, who can resist those?!
...I'd tell you all about my crazy job, and how in the last couple of weeks I haven't had time to breathe.
...I might even tell you about how I hearing I did made the front page of the paper in Small Town, and even though they didn't use my name, the Boyfriend's Mom still saved it for me so I can keep it in my lawyering scrapbook that I now need to start :).
...But after that I would probably admit the reason it made me so happy was because two months ago the opposing party in a hearing I lost went around telling people I was a "shitty lawyer." There are some cons to this Small Town life, too. 
...I'd tell you how excited I am for the Influence Conference in October, and how I check Southwest every day to see if the flights are any cheaper so I can adjust the flight to get a voucher for the difference.
...I'd tell you that you should come and be crazy inspired by the super wonderful women that will be there.
...Then we'd probably discuss all of the bloggers we can't wait to meet in person - which is basically all of them.  ...I would probably admit that I am really, really missing my Grandpa this week. During law school he and I talked several times a month.  It is still a struggle to understand why I can't call him and see what's going on, or get his advice on a situation. But you can't call heaven.
...Since you're here and know about my blog, I'd probably tell you about my request for prayers on Twitter on Wednesday night, and the fabulously sweet responses I got from @MadisonPkWomen, @vanessatachenko, @csyusten, @acrosbyLSelko, @clevercarlia and @amandalou01. If you weren't a blog friend, though, I probably wouldn't mention it.
...After reading Alissa's post, and listening to her vlog, I'd admit that it took me 20 minutes for my simple hair this morning because a few sections would not curl. I'd probably admit jealousy of your hair, because I'm sure it looks fantastic.
...I'd tell you how happy I was that at least it is Friday, because I get to wear jeans to work. Then I'd check the time and realize I had to get going. 
...I'd tell you to have a fab rest of your day, apologize for talking so much and give you a hug goodbye, swearing to do it again soon.
What would you tell me?