I do!
I think it dates all the way back to my childhood when I'd go roller skating at a rink owned by a family in my neighborhood. I could always count on an ice cold bottle of Sunkist (or Ramblin Root Beer if Sunkist was unavailable) before or after strapping on a pair of those death-shoes. It always tasted better after. Yes I fell down... a lot.
My love for the beverage of the globose fruit, while heavy now, is fleeting at times. I have a sneaky feeling it is because I wear out its welcome everytime I crave it (example: I was at Rancherito's late last night with friends and the orange soda tasted so good with my burrito, I think I refilled the cup 4 times). I tend to drink so much orange soda so fast that I quickly lose desire for it. Then a few months later that desire returns. It is the ebb and flow of my thirst.
But no more! After my aforementioned brush with doom I have decided to enjoy orange soda in significantly smaller doses, largely due to this new four-letter word I'm still acclimating into my daily vernacular; that Voldemort-ish term, "diet."
Um, no!
Maybe I should try the diet stuff. I don't think it'll stick. No other diet-drink has, except Crystal Light.
Evertime I drink orange soda I am reminded of the Waponi Woo tribe on the tiny island of Waponi in the South Pacific. If you have seen a certain movie then you might be familiar with these curious people. Their love for this beverage surpasses any that I have seen before or since (even that twit Kel who always seemed to conveniently act like Pee Wee Herman when he drank the stuff, verrrrrrry original).
I love orange soda, that is all.
... and I miss mandarin orange Slice. Bring it back.
