Starbucks!

That’s right, people, I’m giving America’s guilty pleasure some recognition on this here blog. Like it didn’t get enough recognition already.

Anyway, I’m not a coffee drinker, which is good, because the last thing I need is for my growth to be stunted. I do, however, LOVE creme frappuccinos. They’re just amazing– a perfect blend of creme and the flavor of your choice (my favorites are coconut and chai tea). The only bad thing about frappuccinos is that once you’ve drunk about half of it, it’s just flavored ice. Which is icky.

I also love their chai tea latte. It’s a great winter warm-up drink. Their iced version, though? Not so much.

But my favorite Starbucks drink, the one you’ve all been waiting for, is…

Iced green tea lemonade.

If you haven’t tried it, you should. It’s like a little cup of heaven.

While I’m on the topic of Starbucks, how about a little rant, eh? I have no idea why their drink sizes can’t just be small, medium, and large, like any normal American chain restaurant. But, no. Instead, we have the oh-so-classy tall, grande, and venti. Whoa, hold up! Is that a small beverage– called tall? And a medium beverage– called large?

What is wrong with America?

One time, I asked for a small chai tea latte. The barista gave me an evil glare and said “What?” with the attitude of a teenage girl (believe me, I know what that looks like). I said again, “A small chai latte, please.” She scoffed, an oh-you-little-peasant kind of scoff, and said “You mean, tall?” Uh, no, I wanted a small drink. Not a tall drink. A small one. People these days.

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Sounds of Summer

All of the seasons are, in my opinion, characterized by different smells, sounds, tastes, and textures. Today I thought I’d talk about my favorite sounds of summer. So here they are, in no particular order.

1. The Ice Cream Truck
This one doesn’t apply now that I live in NYC, but when I was younger, the ice cream truck was a rare occurrence in my neighborhood. I would sit on my front porch for up to an hour, waiting for it, but it never came until I was least expecting it. At the marvelous sound, I would grab a dollar from my mother and chase the truck down the street barefoot. That sound excited me more than anything else.

2. Sparklers
On the Fourth of July, we always used to sit on the top of a parking garage near my house and watch the fireworks. Somebody would always bring sparklers. They were fun to watch and play with, sure, but to me their sound is synonymous with the good memories I have of the Fourth of July.

3. The Grill
Let me paint a picture for you: It’s a hot July day. Your mother has locked you out of the house in the attempt of making you have fun outside (only for an hour or two at a time, though, my mom isn’t insane!). You haven’t eaten since noon, and it’s six o’clock now. And then… you hear the marvelous sound of your father cooking burgers on the grill. It was truly a wonderful sound.

4. Baseball Meeting Bat
Every summer, my family and I go to a baseball game. It used to be that we went to a Columbus Clippers game on dime-a-dog night. We have since upgraded to a Yankees game, and although the atmosphere is waaay different, my favorite baseball sound remains the same– the sound of the baseball meeting the bat. Don’t ask me why, I won’t be able to tell you, but I love that sound.

5. Smacking Flip-Flops
Of course, because it’s summer, I hardly ever wear anything but flip-flops. Some people hate the sound of them smacking against the concrete, but to me summer just wouldn’t be summer without it.

There you have it, folks, my five favorite summertime sounds!

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(Note: the idea for this post was taken from the plinky.com prompt, “what is your favorite summer sound?”)