Powder Some Sugar on Me

My headache came back much earlier in the day yesterday, well before reading any Beckett so I think I can let him off the hook for the previous accusations (though, I mean, I wouldn't guess the fog of negations helped combat an oncoming headache!). At night Mary Beth and I went on a date to that newish beignet place around the corner. It seemed cheesy but also seemed like a niche of not-completely-early dessert or baked goods place to go to from time to time and it's very close by. We got there an hour before close but they happened to be having Harry Potter trivia on the deck so all the chairs and tables were taken up and moved outside for that, except for some couches in a lounge-like side room (so that's where we sat). It's hard to mess up beignets though, especially when piled under mounds of powdered sugar. It was later in their day so they were out of the chicory coffee (which only feels right) so I was put on the spot while ordering and just got some regular coffee even though I don't like coffee. I always felt dumping the powdered sugar in the mug at Café du Monde was good so maybe it'd help regular coffee too, but it didn't. Oh well, live and learn.