Dr Pepper

I have been trying to figure out how to blog about Beirut. There are many things that I would like to share and it seems like a lot of pressure to make it one entry. SO, I am going to spread it out for a bit. Here is entry number 1:

Before I start tell you too much about my trip to Beirut I need to tell you a bit about my habits in Oregon. I love Diet Dr. Pepper. McDonald's has the best Diet Dr. Pepper EVER! It is so amazing that there have been times when I have been in bed sick and someone calls to see if they can bring me anything and I will ask for a Diet Dr. Pepper from McDonalds. No 7 up or soup, just bring the Dr. to me. 

Anyway, I had a feeling that Jordan would probably not support my habit of the Dr so I was not too disappointed when I was unable to find it anywhere. Then came my trip to Lebanon! My friends picked me up at about 10pm from the airport. We dumped off my stuff at the apartment and went to a grocery store in a mall. Yes, in a mall. After picking up the essentials I proceeded to the checkout counter. As I approached the counter I heard something like angels rejoicing. I looked to the right to catch a glimpse of the gloriousness and there sat a Diet Dr Pepper in a small refrigerator. After counting the cost of buying such a luxury I grabbed it up and proceeded to the checkout. I immediately began contemplating when I was going to partake in the heavenly refreshment. 

Upon arriving back at the apartment I put the Dr in the fridge (after taking a picture of course). 

I decided that night two would be the night. I had the sense that waiting a bit longer would some how heighten the experience. 

Since I was staying alone in an apartment I wanted to figure out the best way to share the experience with all of my fans (sometimes I pretend that my blog has a large viewing audience). So I decided to take some pictures to capture the actual moments. Here is my picture right after opening up the can and getting ready for the first drink. Can you see the excitement and anticipation?

Then I took a drink. It was HORRIBLE! 

This picture doesn't even begin to describe the awful taste that had just entered my mouth. I felt like my taste buds had been violated! You might wonder what I did with the once thought "heavenly juice" but more accurately described as something that you would make your children drink after saying a bad word. I drank it. That's right. I am so cheap that I couldn't let it go to "waste" even though it tasted like acidic waste. I paid around 2 bucks for the can so I finished it.