Ode to Jamba

mocmoc called me today had me look up online to see if there was a jamba in Cleveland. SOL. So she was telling me about how she was going to stock up on Jamba Juice before she moved to Cleveland. She said she wasn't as crazy about it as I was, but I pointed out to her she has not been withOUT it before. She's always had the option of having jamba juice. Yes, I loved jamba when I had it close by, but NOT having it makes you even crazier about it. It's like if someone told you not to look inside a box, wouldn't you want to look? Yes, that's what not having jamba can do to you. Soon you start to think about the cold, sweet, smooth and refreshing taste. OH MAN! IT FEELS SO GOOD WHEN IT HITS YOUR LIPS (**guess what movie that is from?) its sweet and cold and a bit sour. But it goes down your throat and you can feel the cold falling down to your stomach. The styrafoam cup. The little logo. The small chunks of strawberry or banana that come up the straw. The brain freeze. The seeds that get stuck between your teeth. The feeling of being full and hungry an hour later. The urge to have to pee ever 1/2 hour afterwards. Yes, I miss it all.

Then you start having dreams about it when you sleep at night. You even ask your cousin to send one to you in the mail. Then your body goes into the shakes from withdrawals. Even casual users can have withdrawals. So, MocMoc and Mr Moc you better stock up. One a day. Eventually - it takes about 4 years - you live with not having it. but you guys won't be in cleveland long enough to know that bittersweet bliss.

*sigh...... jaaaambbaaa juiiiiccee


--RD