A soda by any other name...

Hello all you blog ninjas! Oh how I've missed your silent and stealth-like presence. You may have noticed it's been a while and are waiting for my written apology and excuse...NEVER! Bwahahahahaha! Anyway, I am going to relate to you a daring tale of mysticism and intrigue. And it all revolves around a single soda and me losing my mind. I see I have your attention. Let me begin.

The other night I visited my wonderful parents for an elegant evening of television and pizza. It was rather late for caffeine, and since I had been having alot of those types of mornings (you know what I mean) I decided to opt for a refreshing caffeine free Cherry 7Up that was all the way in the back of the fridge. I sat down with my pizza and effervescent soda and joined my parents in watching Castle. It had been so long since I had enjoyed a Cherry 7Up, how can I best describe the near nirvana I encountered? The feeling of the cool clear liquid bubbling through my lips. The taste of crisp citrus flavor with that lovely hint of cherry following close behind. I slowly sipped to savor it and yet I had gone through half the can so quickly. Then, it happened.

I suddenly felt parched after laughing at something witty Nathan Fillion had said or done and went to grab my enticing Cherry 7Up. As I looked up at the can I was about to grab I took back my hand as if I'd been burned. That wasn't my Cherry 7Up.  That was a plain red Coca Cola can. It had to be someone else's but who? The adjustable table in front of my chair was too far away from my parents for them to have set their drinks on it. Maybe it was one that had been left there from before and I hadn't noticed it. I touched it and it was still cold from the fridge. I picked it up and it was at about the same level of fullness my delightful Cherry 7Up had been. That's when my eyes widened then narrowed. A conspiracy!

Someone had obviously known that I had not wanted to drink Coke and switched them out under my very nose to drive me mad. It had to have been an invisible ninja. That was the only thing that made sense. I jumped up, to my parent's surprise, and rushed to the refrigerator. There, exactly where I had seen it, was the Cherry 7Up I had longed for. I apparently grabbed the coke right by it only registering the red can. My brain convinced me I was drinking the refreshing transparent liquid when in fact I had been drinking the caffeine riddled dark liquid of Coca-Cola. My brain and tastebuds were obviously in denial. Nevertheless, this is proof that my mind is slowly going mad. Perhaps it's a side effect of a previous malady... What a cruel irony. Why couldn't it at least have been a Pepsi?