This Tastes Terrible

Nena and I were in The Q twice this weekend. 

Last night we were down to see the iCubs beat up on the Isotopes.  But due to getting a late start out of El Fe we didn't get to go shopping for toilet paper and Cheerios, or gas up at Costco ($3.77/gal)

So we went back today.

Costco, Target, Furniture store...an aborted trip to the movies (only thing starting within an hour was Wanted) and then dinner at the Flying Star.

Mmmm Flying Star.  We grabbed dinner and then on our way out we picked up desert and a Red Stuff for the road.

Oh Red Stuff.  I don't know what's in it...hibiscus tea and fruit punch...or so they say...but I love it.  It reminds me of the red punch they used to serve in my high school cafeteria.  Unnaturally red, unnaturally sweet, but damn you had to have it.  It was so good that Fesser, Mente and I wrote a play about it being an addictive hallucinogen. 

Anyway, this stuff is different. 

I'd never thought of getting some for the long drive up to the town that diners have forgotten OK, there are a few, but not enough that you can get any kind of variety...and good deserts are hard to come by.  The first person who tells me how good Clafouttis is loses and appendage.

So as we're paying for our deserts, I ask if I can get Red Stuff to go.

Yes.  Yes you can.

As I'm driving back up I-25 to El Fe, Nena decides to try my Red Stuff.  She's had it before and decided that she didn't like it.  But as with most things I like that she doesn't she feels the need to try again.  Unfortunately, after trying again and being reminded that she didn't like it, she starts talking smack.

Nena: Wow, that totally tastes like something you would like.

Nenie:  What does that mean?

Nena: That I would never get that, but I see why you would.

Nenie: Why would I?

Nena: I don't know, it just tastes like what you'd like.

Nenie: Is it really sweet?  Really sour?

Nena: I don't know, it just, yknow, tastes like something you'd get.

Nenie: So you don't like it?

Nena: No, I don't.


*Time Passes*


Nena grabs the Red Stuff out of the cup holder and drinks some more.

Nena: This is nasty but addictive.

Nenie: Then quit drinking it.

Nena: I can't stop.  It's so bad it's good.

Nenie:  OK.

Nena: I mean, it tastes like a mistake

Nenie: Huh?

Nena: It's like being so hung over you put beer in your cereal and then you think "wow, this is good."

Nenie: That's disgusting

Nena: That's what this is like


*Time Passes*


Nena reaches for my drink and has yet more of it.

Nena: UGH!  This totally tastes like a train wreck

Nenie: Then why are you drinking it?

Nena: Because it's a trainwreck, I can't look away.  It's ADDICTIVE!  What's in this?

Nenie:  I dunno.  Red stuff, hibiscus...stuff.

Nena: You drink this all the time and you have no idea what's in it?

Nenie: I like it.

Nena:  It probably has crack in it.  That's the active ingredient.  Crack.

Yeah...this is the way it went for an entire hour back home.  And in the end, Nena drank more of the Red Stuff than I did.

That's my wife folks.