If you, good sir or madam, have not yet been introduced to tea, I would like to change that. You see, tea is a rather upstanding gentleman/woman in the realms of the world, and has been praised with the highest of honors even before someone (or multiple someones) decided to have a gigantic party in which the ocean was their tea cup.
Whether you be taking a chill stroll down the coast hand in hand with Earl Gray or you be sitting down to Elevensies with some Irishmen who think every meal is breakfast, tea will always be there for you. I mean really, you could be doing Tai Chi with Chai Tea.
If you have already experienced the pleasant company of tea, but decided that, no pun intended, it just wasn’t your cup of tea, then that’s fine. I hold you in the same regard I did before, and I will simply not offer you tea with your crumpets. Oh goodness, now I miss crumpets. Look what you’ve done. I resent you and your non-tea-drinking ways.
I think that my longest relationships have been with tea, though Mint Medley has not felt the pleasure of my touch since French Vanilla and Irish Breakfast came around. And now they, too, are feeling the harsh sting of temporary rejection as I revel in the brand new flavors of Pumpkin Spice and Vanilla Chai. I’m sorry; I will come back to you.
My relationship with tea in general reaches so far back into my childhood that I wasn’t even born yet, as my mother got almost daily hankerings for black tea whilst pregnant with me. She tells me that the only other time she was off coffee so long was when she hadn’t yet discovered it as a child. For slightly over nine months, tea was her lover thanks to me.
So technically, you could call me a tea connoisseur at this point in my life. Over eighteen years of drinking various flavors and brands of quality (and sometimes not-so-quality) tea. Huh, this new discovery is a most excellent feeling.
Let us move on into slightly less pleasant and warm and aromatic topics. The return of the Backstreet Boys in their video remake of ‘Show Me the Meaning of Being Lonely.’
Now, I must say, they seem to have gotten a lot less classy, and it’s possible that they are lip-syncing all of their words, but I thought I would post it here anyway so that you can see them in all of their old-fangled glory. Hell, enjoy them with a smirk and a hot cup of tea.
The question of the day is: What is your favorite kind of tea and how close are you?