Competitive
Coffee—
Sipping
&
Social
Climbing
in
the
Suburbs
(A
light-hearted
look
at
ladies
and
latte)
If
you
want
to
watch
the
big
game,
don't
follow
the
team
bus
to
the
ball
field.
Just
keep
your
eyes
on
those
minivans
and
SUVs
each
morning
after
school
drop
off,
and
you
can
catch
caravans
of
competitors
rolling
into
their
favorite
stomping
grounds.
Pop
into
your
local
coffee
shop
and
you'll
find
teems
of
suburban
moms,
driven
and
ready
to
rumble.
Steer
clear
as
they
gear
up
for
their
daily
grind
and
a
shot
for
a
spot
in
the
hotly
contested
sport
of
“Competitive
Coffee.”
In
most
sports
the
game
is
clear—or
at
the
very
least,
you
know
when
you're
playing
it.
With
Competitive
Coffee,
it
gets
a
bit
muddy.
While
an
invitation
for
a
cup-a-joe
might
seem
friendly
enough—trust
me—the
challenge
of
that
cup
of
cappuccino
runs
dark
and
deep.
That
cheery
call
to
meet
is
merely
the
coin
toss.
Sure
…
that
double
skinny
machiatto
latte
is
delicious
…
but
what
makes
it
taste
even
sweeter
is
the
unquenchable
thirst
of
social
success.
You
see,
in
the
Starbucks
World
Cup,
it's
not
really
about
what
you're
drinking
in
that
“venti”
vessel
with
the
protective
cardboard
cozy,
but
rather
whose
well-manicured
fingers
have
got
the
strongest
grip.
In
this
game,
there
are
no
scorecards,
but
everyone
knows
the
score:
And
all
contenders
are
NOT
created
equal.
Example:
Coffee
with
the
annoying
new
next-door
neighbor
might
get
you
those
critical
quantity
points,
but
java
with
the
plastic
surgeon's
pretty
wife
that
ends
with
an
officially
scheduled
playdate
virtually
guarantees
your
cup
will
runneth
over.
Sack
some
juicy
gossip?
You've
just
earned
the
extra
point!
Like
many
other
sports,
the
refereeing
here
can
sometimes
be
questionable.
While
instant
replays
are
not
officially
condoned,
have
no
doubt
that
every
detail
of
play
will
be
hashed
over,
repeatedly,
by
Monday-morning-mocha
quarterbacks.
In
this
game,
there
are
no
official
rules,
but
every
player
seems
to
know
them:
You
need
to
invite
and
be
invited
to
attend
as
many
coffees
as
possible.
Advanced
players
also
master
the
subtle
and
subversive
strategy
of
"the
bragging
blitz".
With
this
indispensable
maneuver,
you
casually
mention
your
past
pairings
at
your
current
coffee—or
the
car
pool
line—and
you
can
virtually
double
your
score.
Match-ups
have
been
medaled
on
this
move
alone.
There
are
no
standardized
team
uniforms,
but
tennis
skirts
or
capris
are
always
cute.
In
this
highly
caffeinated,
cut-throat
competition,
it's
every
mom
for
herself
(although
“Survivor-like”
alliances
are
often
formed
to
lure
new
contenders
into
the
quest
for
the
Cup
and
a
major
cafe
coup
d'etat).
In
these
games,
you've
got
to
keep
your
schedule
percolating:
Your
date
book
is
your
play
book.
Coffee
is
one
powerful
sports
drink,
and
you've
got
to
make
every
cup
count.
It's
that
perfect
combination
of
caffeine
and
camaraderie
that
can
pump
you
up
with
the
jittery
thrill
of
victory
…
or
leave
you
sitting
home
alone,
steeping
bitterly
in
the
agony
of
defeat!
It's
coffee,
tea
or
meow
…
The
right
coffee
partner
is
worth
fighting
for
and
only
the
strong
will
survive.
She
who
drinks
the
most
coffee
with
the
most
people
wins
…
and
that's
a
fact.
At
the
end
of
the
day,
it's
all
about
the
buzz:
You're
either
popular,
or
you're
not.
As
for
me,
I
don't
drink
coffee.
In
fact,
I've
never
even
tasted
it.
I'd
like
to
think
that
is
why
I
often
sit
warming
the
bench—a
real
second
string
sipper.
But
put
me
in,
Coach,
'cause
I'm
pumped
&
I
know
the
score
...
So,
would
you
like
to
meet
for
coffee
sometime?
Game
on!