He told me to scroll down about halfway -- and, sure enough, there's a photo of him making drinks at the volunteer-staffed espresso machine in the competition area.
And, of course, he is wearing his ridiculous Meat Loaf t-shirt, one of his beloved thrift store finds that I pretty much hate but he thinks is, and I quote, "badass."
After I saw his picture and the mention of his "delicious macchiatto" and expressed the appropriate excitment that he was pictured on the blog, he said, "You should totally make this your blog post for today."
His ego, it is huge. *sigh* Maybe it will return to reasonable proportions once he experiences his first day of going to work and realizing after he gets there that he has, like, spit-up or baby poop on his pants or something. :p