Peppermint mocha time!

Doesn’t that picture make you all pleasantly warm, gooey and soft on the inside?  Like a fresh baked cinnamon roll?  I figured.

It’s that time again!  The annual “When will Chy buy her very first peppermint mocha from Starbucks to symbolize the winter/holiday season?” time.  Today my friends, today is THAT day.  A day of warm, chocolately, minty, whipcreamy decadence.  Oh yea. 

This morning I saw someone with the iconic red holiday Starbucks cup and the first thought in my mind was: OhMyGod peppermint mocha!  Followed by: I wonder if they’re drinking a peppermint mocha!  And then: I want a peppermint mocha!  And lastly: OhMyGod peppermint mochas are so loaded with x, y and z, I really shouldn’t.  Peppermint mocha!

Ironically, I’ve been so totally turned off of dieting, restricting calories, watching what I eat, etc.  This means that I eat whatever the hell I want.  Like yesterday, I ate a doughnut.  In front of a dude.  Not just any dude, but an attractive dude.  With no regret, no remorse and a hint of ‘hah-ha, I’m eating a doughnut and you’re not.’  Ah.  That was a great doughnut.  Anyway.  Because I’m on this I-Don’t-Care diet, I said to myself, “Self, go get yourself that peppermint mocha because it is going to be so delicious.”  That was all the encouragement I needed.

A handful of seconds later, I’m standing in front of my least favorite barista – she’s totally skeevy; gross greasy hair, eyeliner left over from the day before so that it’s all smeared around her tiny, beady eyeballs, and always a ridiculous, disgusting, dirty black bandana-scarf thing around her neck, ugh –, asking if they have peppermint (yes), and could I have a double tall peppermint mocha, please.  She says “Do you want the Peppermint Mocha Sprinkle/Twist/Extravaganza that comes with peppermint sprinkles (SPRINKLES!) and peppermint whipped cream?  Uh, hell yea!  Duh!  And by the way, upgrade me to a grande because I need an extra large dose of that awesome you just described.  Everything should be served with sprinkles. 

Here I am 30 minutes and two thirds of a Peppermint Mocha Sprinkle/Twist/Extravaganza later.  I’m pretty damn pleased with myself for getting the super deluxe peppermint mocha, except for the fact that it cost me $4.76.  Which is pretty much a rip off and I think I could have fed 32 Rwandan children for the same amount of money.  Damn delicious all the same.

My horoscope did tell me that November is going to be an awesome month for me and I’m inclined to agree.  Supposedly December will be even better (is there a Dyson in my future?)  Thus marks the beginning of the Holidays.