First Impressions...Lasting Impressions?

Today I met with a guy from Morton who has a holy discontent about twentysomethings ministry in his church...it was cool & stimulating to talk through approach/philosophy/etc. We met at Starbucks (this is important to the story). Tangent: The blackberry green tea latte is terrible...just my opinion. In order to cleanse my palatte, I order the dependable caramel machiatto. So I'm doing my best to keep up the "cool pastor from the mega-church" image (a charade that I can only keep going for a small amount of time). We talked for about and hour fifteen and then it happened. I knocked over my grande, no fat, no whip, extra hot caramel machiatto right into my lap. Nothing says 'doofus' like spilling one's latte all over oneself. So I finished out the meeting, and then went home and showered. (The only "reusable" clothing item was my socks). On the bright side, I got to see my family in the middle of the day and take a noon shower.