In my (recently) perennial (makes no sense) weblog reading, I came across this, which completely blew my mind, since I do believe I've said almost the exact same thing before, about the hot chocolate. From deeplyshallow, emphasis my own:

"So yesterday I'm wandering through Barnes & Noble with a friend, drinking a gigantic cup of hot chocolate (I'm absolutely, unchangeably not a coffee person, yet I meet people for coffee all the same; I never say, "Let's meet for hot chocolate!"), and somehow J. and I get off on the subject of obsessive-compulsiveness"