In Vegas, next door to the M&M store, is the Coca Cola store. Lots of things to choose from, but three of us settled on sharing a tray of flavors from around the world.
I was surprised how many of them were some sort of tea. Alas, even with three of us, I think we only emptied about 4 of the cups. Many of the flavors were too strong with only a sip. So glad I didn’t go it alone!
Moral of the Story: A little help from your friends goes a long way.
Tonight I took a Zumba Swim class at the gym. What? You didn’t know I belong to a gym? Yep, that’s because I rarely go.
The class was fun, and I laughed the whole time. The instructor stands outside of the pool to show us what to do. This alone is difficult, because I can’t see much without my glasses, and I was in the back of the class (having arrived late, as usual). One of the women in the class said I should wear my glasses in the water, but I can’t stand water on my glasses. That’s why I use an umbrella – not to protect my hair, but to protect my glasses from those tiny droplets that annoy my vision. No matter, my example of what the instructor performed for us was NOT even close.
Getting hydrated for the class is a fine balance. I need to drink enough water so that I don’t get dehydrated, which means becoming hot, dizzy, and unstable. But I also need to drink enough not to have to pee before the class is over. Women all over the world know what a frustrating experience that is. Once the suit goes on dry, it cannot come off wet until all swimming is utterly complete.
Now that class is done, I’ve taken a guess as to the proper amount of water to consume before class, and I’m cozy at home, I realize that I am now the most sore I’ve been since I don’t know when. Oh, my, that was a good workout! I hope I can function tomorrow.
Morale of the Story: Water is required for life. Yet there is a fine balance of how much, when, and where.
For my job, I travel quite a bit (for me). Sometimes I’ve been gone two solid weeks. In one case, I was alone in the Washington, DC area for a week on my own and then a week at a conference with colleagues. The first week, each time I ordered a cherry cola, the waiter or waitress would say something that I could not understand. I asked a few times, and I still didn’t get it.
The following week my colleagues joined me (I passed that class, by the way). At dinner the first night, I ordered a cherry cola. I didn’t understand what the waitress said, and my colleague asked her to write it down. Turned out, it was Rob Roy. In the Washington, DC area, a cherry cola is known as a Rob Roy. She said that this was the male version of a female drink: Shirley Temple. A Shirley Temple is a lemon/lime soda pop mixed with cherry flavor.
Years before this, a former supervisor enjoyed iced tea with lemonade. No matter what restaurant we went to (and he treated all of the office out to lunch at least once-a-month) he ordered a drink: half lemonade and half iced tea. One day near Boss’s Day while I was shopping in the local grocery store, in the tea isle I saw a can with the name Arnold Palmer. It was the drink he enjoyed for lunch. I bought it for him. He was delighted to find it in a can. I can’t remember if he didn’t know it was called an Arnold Palmer or if he was surprised to see it in a can … or both. No matter, it’s yet another drink named after a famous character.
There are many drinks with interesting names that have alcohol in them, but I can’t have alcohol due to migraines. (I choose not to suffer that way on purpose, so I avoid the stuff.) What other drinks are named after famous characters (yes, people are characters too)? I know of these three:
Cherry Cola (I don’t say Coca Cola or Pepsi, because I don’t care which): Rob Roy
Cherry favored Lemon/Lime Soda Pop: Shirley Temple
1/2 Lemonade and 1/2 Iced Tea: Arnold Palmer
I look forward to any others you know of! Please share here…
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