and the turn around

-went back to the coffee shop. told cutie boy my plight and he gave me another one, free of charge.
-as i was doctoring it up, the other barista was like "dude, you just gave her a large glass of iced espresso, not coffee." this explains why the first one was so sinfully delicious and why it didn't whiten as much as it usually does. i kindly reject his offer to "fix it" and rush out the door, clutching my prize in both hands.
-make-up class is unremarkable, though i was not called on which is good.
-i return home, sit down a play a poker tourney in which i win 1st and make $215.