neux shakin' it like a digital picture

On the 24th I turned the ripe old age of 29. It was also the 1 year anniversary of when I last had Diet Dr. Pepper, Dr. Pepper or any clone like it. One year without the sweet nectar of life! One year depriving myself of the most essential drink second to only water… and I may have to debate that. 

So here is how it went down… 11:59pm. 2-liter of Diet Dr. Pepper chilled in the fridge. 24 ounce glass filled with ice cold… ice. Loud cracking sound of said 2-liter bottle opening. Cool refreshing swish and fizz sounds as I fill up the said 24 ounce glass. Oh the aroma! Dropped the straw and watched it bob for a moment. 12:01am. Ran upstairs to our bedroom to get a witness of the glorious event. Elizebeth was still awake (yes I would have woken her up). She smiled. I place the straw in prime consumption position. I was about to take my first swig but I couldn’t! I was denied! No matter how hard I tried to get my sweet DDP I was unable to get any. I kept trying and trying, but alas, my smile was so big and so strong I couldn’t get my facial muscles to comply with what it takes to drink from a straw. I kept trying. Elizebeth started laughing. Was God punishing me? What had I done to deserve such an awful fate? Was this a sick and twisted joke? Oh the irony! So overwhelmed  with happiness to finally drink DDP that I was unable to make it happen!

…then it happened. My taste buds were hit with what can only be described as liquid bliss. It traveled down my throat with an almost unreal ease finally settling in my stomach… home. It was better than I remembered it. Almost like it went to school for a year and learned to be even tastier.

This may have been the best birthday ever.

Sean.