Food and Drink: April 2007 Archives

how do i classify my need for caffeine?  it is hard to say.  recently, i have had a conversation with a friend and we have discussed the meaning of addiction and what it means in relation to caffeine.

i am the first to admit that their are side effects to caffeine and that i feel them (including right now) when i do not have it.  but does that mean i have an addiction to it?  the problem that she and i both have with the term addiction is related to the "urge" or "compulsion".  check out the definitions yourself.

you see.  although i love coffee, as much as shoes, i can go a day without drinking it.  i can even go that entire day without giving it a passing thought.  today is a perfect example.  i am not "urged" to go and "get some".  i am not obsessed with having some form of caffeine in my system.  i'm not even compulsively looking for it. 

so then, what is this that i feel when i do not have enough caffeine in my system to feed my dependency on it?  i can clearly walk away from it and easily not have any.  yes, there will be some withdrawal, but the behavioral compulsion is not there... so what does this make me?  a social caffeinator?

this evening we bid farewell to a colleague who has decided to do something else with her life.  sad.  but happy.  in the meantime, i have managed to get myself rather tip-sé off of one lemon drop martini and have decided that instead of dialing drunk (which i am not, just tip-sé) that i would blog tip-sé.

i have noticed that i am waaaaaaaaaaay more flirty when drinking.  this is not news to anyone since i am already flirty sober, but add a bit of booze and everyone is bound to get hit on.

my personality is about ten times more me when drinking than when i am not drinking.  it isn't that i get over inhibitions because i am willing to do things sober, it is that i become me amplified.

i am bound to do something funny like pull out my lime green galosh (singular of galoshes) while looking for keys clearly indicating that i have been drinking.  i think i did this in style, but to be frank, i may have just done that tip-sé and therefore misinterpreted my style.

tip-sé is fun to say.

i am quite the commercial connoisseur.  i love tv for the commercials and frankly, there are not enough good ones out there. 

there is one that i abhor.  one that makes me vomit a bit in my mouth every. single. time. i. see. it.

who thought it was a good idea to make a commercial of gravy being sucked through a straw?  that person should be punished.

today at lunch, my colleague and i were totally not impressed with our meals.  it consisted of goldfish crackers (the snack that smiles back) and a bbq pizza.  at one point, while we were eating, the following conversation happened:

me: you know what i really want?

her: what?

me:  grilled cheese and tomato soup.

her:  why did you say that?  pouty, i am pregnant face.  melty cheese, mmm.

me:  nothing is going to satisfy me today.  except a grilled cheese and tomato soup.

her:  yeah.

i invited her to dinner tonight where she and i had, yep, you guessed it, grilled cheese and tomato soup.  and d@mn it was good.  miam miam.