Rachael is a fucking bitch (and I mean that in the most affectionate bitch-calling way possible). She has the audacity to visit me in October and get me hooked on Starbucks' Pumpkin Spice Lattes. Have I mentioned that I DON'T EVEN DRINK COFFEE?! Cuz I don't. The stuff is disgusting. She then conveniently and magically disappears after 2 or 3 hits of latte goodness leaving me weak and vulnerable, craving the pumpkin spiced, cool-whipped goodness at all hours of the day and night. I even risked getting my car towed (and $100 dollars later DID!) just for a stupid latte. Rachael, you'll be receiving my $100 towing fee bill any day now. Plus you'll have to face the wrath of my readers for having to read this load of a blog entry when I could have been spinning tales about cool new cameras instead.
This morning I went to Starbucks for my semiweekly pumpkiny spiced goodness when, GAH!, I find out they're "out of pumpkin spice lattes". Excuse me, did I catch a "WE'RE OUT OF MANNA" in there?! Well it's true. Apparently they're done for the season. I cried a little bit, and then agreed for one of their *new* spiced goodness lattes - the Cinnamon Dolce Latte. Was I conscious for the whole transaction? Not really. I was too busy nodding my head and rocking back and forth in the fetal position to really know what was going on. So this cinnamon dolce thing? It ain't no pumpkiny spiced goodness that's for freagin' sure, but at least it's closer to my search for the perfect latte than that gingerbread crap they called a latte.
As I drove away with my cinnamon dolce latte this morning I couldn't help but wonder why I regularly spend exactly $4.05 on a pinch of cinnamon sprinkled in some milk and espresso and don't particularly see anything wrong with the value of my dollar. Seriously, why do I do this to myself? And more importantly, why didn't I think of charging people ridiculous amounts of money for cinnamon milk before Starbucks did?
Fucking geniuses.
In other news, one of the small delights I get in working in an off-campus building for a hospital is the trips to the unisex bathroom. That sentence can be interpreted so many different ways, but let me lead you in the right direction before any of you smartasses can beat me to the punchline. So basically I work in a building where a lot of conferences, training sessions, and meetings for the hospital types take place. Those doctors and administrative types I'm tellin' ya, if I had a nickel for every time I found a misplaced pager on the toilet paper dispenser I'd be able to afford Cinnamon Dolce Lattes every day of every week. It still makes me giggle out loud a little bit every time I find one. Ha ha ha, oh the embarrassment. And people think that *I'm* spacey!
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Oh, Mdogg I understand your pain with the elimination of the pumpkin lattes. The pumpkin flavor is so yummy and then they just take it away like that! and I can't believe you watched tv!
I *totally* watched TV - isn't that amazing? Annnnnnd I used my special powers of persuasion to get Charmed added to the list of recorded programs.
And how much do I love Charmed?
i LOVE the new Cinnamon Dolce thing! Just give it time. You'll be ok. I promise.
oh - before i forget tho - you can still have pumpkiny goodness. just have them add a shot of vanilla, a shot of cinnamon, and a shot of caramel. tastes the same. two shots each for a venti. just call me the coffee goddess.
So, do you get that with milk or soy? 1 pump of each flavor, or two. Decaf or Regular? Venti or Grande? Extra Shot of Espresso? Afogatto Style? Sprinkles? Coffee Bean? Extra or no Whip? Extra hot?
Or, do you just day - "hit me with the ususal, yummy pumpkin goodness. to go!"
Can you believe the Dolce is $4.30 in my neck of the woodsies? WTF...but it is sweet heaven.