I feel good that all I have to do tonight is pay my phone bill and get a good night's rest. But I'm also saddened. My favorite and best-performing antiperspirant is starting to lose its mesmerizing aroma. Underarm products aren't known to do this, generally. But I save this one for special occasions. I just love the smell. Normally this loss of quality would simply prompt a visit to CVS Pharmacy. Alas, this wonderful product is no longer on the market. Thanks a LOT, Avon! *cyber frown*
Derek Jeter's "Driven" is a line of men's fragrance-related products--none of which particularly fiddle my diddle, save for the antiperspirant. Maybe it's the mix of chemicals or my own psychological wasteland filling in the imaginative gaps, but this product takes the standard aroma and makes it blossom with notes of sea-breeze, hot-guy-smell and the unmistakable scent of what I can only describe as "the possibility of imminent sex." Needless to say, it's amazing. Or should I say, was. Like I said, the stick itself is losing its payoff aroma. Thank the gods it still smells wonderful after I apply it on myself. Unfortunately, I now have to use it all before the good smell is depleted.
Of course, this isn't without its upside. I've decided to start a blog-arc with this same title. Every once in a while, I'll list wonderful things from the past that for one reason or another have gone extinct. With any luck, some of you might know about a new way to get them...or maybe a contact to reach and demand a reintroduction of said product. And it doesn't have to be limited to a product.
One listing may be, for example, that wonderfully tangible Christmas Eve/Day feeling from childhood that has now been replaced by incessant calls from creditors reminding you that you can't buy your family anything for the holidays because you're late on a payment, despite the fact that you've very likely paid the full balance minus interest.
Anyway, here's my first list!
1. Those little edible decorative silver balls that could be found at baking supply shops. About the size and shape of a BB (ball bearing), only silver instead of copper, they looked awesome on cakes...and glued to stuff, shhhh...but are now unavailable because the USDA doesn't like letting us eat products containing lead. Pshhh, whatev.
2. Imaginarium Stores. Places of wonder, delight and awe! Well, at least that's what we thought when we saw the amazing fiber-optic-lit door sign. In reality it was just another clothes store disguised as a toy shop to drive us kids nuts. To their credit, creating a separate entrance of our own was a class move.
...and finally, Furr's Cafeteria. I don't remember that much about this place, other than the deliciously drab 80s architecture, and the fact that we were never allowed to eat here unless it was one of my aunts' birthdays. I have peculiar parents. Also, I'd never had such unnaturally smooth mashed potatoes as a kid...until KFC. Then I went to culinary school and realized that good food can actually come from places other than a box.
That's about all I can think of for now. But more is sure to come soon. I'm suddenly craving decade-old mashed potatoes from a box. I hope my boyfriend doesn't dump me for reading that last line. I'm already on thin ice for the boxed wine incident.
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