'Ah, whimsical racism. Can't beat it.' by Kara
Tuesday, May 6, 2008 at 6:05 AM

So Co-Writer's gotten me addicted to something. Again. And this time it's edible. Well, drinkable.

I haven't had Chick-Fil-A for a while. I used to have it a lot when I was in college, but lately it just hasn't occurred to me. But not long ago the Co-Writer with the Bluest Liver wanted it on one of our sewing weekends, and I remembered how good it was.

Well, Co-Writer here informed me that they have a new sort of milkshake: coffee caramel. One of the weird things about me is that I can't stand coffee, but I like coffee-flavoured things (including any sort of drink that isn't truly coffee). So I wanted to give it a try. Same day (yesterday), CW with the BL forgot her lunch and couldn't get out to buy any. So I took my lunch break to swing by Chick-Fil-A and get us both something. She wanted to try one of the shakes, too, and we both got combo meals. So a large bag of food and four drinks.

Oh, yeah. Goldy only has two cupholders.

Ever tried to drive with a cup-to-holder ration of 2-to-1, alone? Given the choice, I would not, as I consider that sort of thing massively unsafe (up there with pretty much anything in a car that isn't singing along to the radio). But there wasn't much choice at this point.

I can't remember how I balanced everything in the end, especially considering two were milkshakes and thus fraught with peril ... but let's just say I'm glad I saw that one episode of Initial D with the duct tape.

But.

That milkshake was godlike.

As usual, Co-Writer here knows what I like.

If you have been, you is.