Some people want big-screen TVs, or fancy vacations, or other extravagances for every birthday or other gift-giving occasion.
My husband is not one of them. In fact, although I tease my husband about his various dreaming about things like old cars and air compressors, the things Otto likes most are usually very simple pleasures. Like weird little day trips.
So when Otto’s birthday rolled around a few weeks ago, we made plans to go somewhere he really wanted to visit, and then we had to postpone it for various reasons, and yesterday we finally made our pilgrimage.
To the World Of Coke.
Yes, that’s how my husband wanted to celebrate his birthday. We really know how to party.
Off we went, ready for an exciting day filled with… ummm… carbonation. And I was delighted to discover that the Coke Museum is actually really interesting and a lot of fun. And if you can’t find the extreme humor in a 7-foot-tall polar bear who’s wearing a Coca-Cola scarf and wandering around making funny faces (insofar as a giant muppet-like creature can make faces only through rapid eye blinking and opening its hinged mouth at various degrees, coupled with head-tilting), you are clearly not in the holiday spirit.
[Digression: I was telling my dad about it on the phone last night and he was giving me a hard time about paying to go there.
“You mean you have to PAY to go spend your day essentially taking in a gigantic advertisement for soda?” he asked, incredulous.
“Yeah, but, it’s HISTORY! There’s… memorabilia. And stuff. And over 60 flavors of Coke!”]
So there were many wonderful things there, yes, but the tasting room was the big hit. I don’t normally let the kids have soda except as a VERY special treat, on account of I’m a giant meanie. But to let them loose in a room filled with self-serve soda spigots and 60+ types of soda from around the world? They thought they’d died and gone to high fructose corn syrup heaven. I’m pretty sure the kids could’ve pushed the car home by the time we were done in there.
We had chocolate mint coke last. I was expecting it to be completely disgusting and it was actually delicious. See? WELL WORTH THE MONEY! (Also worth the money: Some clear soda from Tanzania with a funny name that tasted like ginger beer. I’m not sure I’d move to Tanzania for it, but it was pretty good.)
So it was an awesome excursion, and I’m pretty sure Otto feels well loved and also all sugared up. And it was extremely nice to take a vacation from the real world, even if for just a day, and instead focus on fizzy beverages.
My favorite part of the day happened before we even got there. I was so tickled by it, I had to capture it for posterity. Please ignore the fact that my voice is annoying.
A funny thing happened on the way to Atlanta from woulda on Vimeo.
I laughed for half an hour, easily. It just made my day.
I mean, that and the 4857235 milliliters of sugar I later ingested.
(P.S. While trying to figure out if that guy is, like, a known celebrity or something—I mean, beyond the obvious, DUH—I came across this. You’re welcome!)