Today it finally came to my attention that I’ve never had grape soda. I mean, yeah, I’ve always known that I’ve never had a grape soda, but it really never quite struck home with me. I’ve always seen it as an option in the vending machine or in the fridge at the grocery store, but I’ve just always bypassed it, with absolutely no curiosity. Well somehow that came up at work today, and my co-workers laughed at me for never having had grape soda. I was suddenly ashamed, and at that moment, I was the one who insisted that I would drink my first grape soda at lunch.
Well dammit, at lunch I bought my first grape soda, and dammit, I drank that grape soda. It was not good in an earth-shattering way, but nonetheless, it was a pretty good soft drink. It basically tasted like a grape jolly rancher served as a beverage. Not my favorite flavor of soda, but it definitely gave me another option in the wonderful world of lunchtime beverages.
But as I enjoyed that first grape soda, I realized that here I am, 22 years-old, nearly 23 years-old, and this is my first grape soda? That’s a big WTF moment. Suddenly grape soda carried much larger implications, it represented much more. What other perfectly ordinary things had I missed out on? Well, I haven’t seen The Godfather trilogy. I’ve never gone to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I’ve never climbed the Statue of Liberty; I think there’s an elevator you can take to the top, and I think I did that, which seems like it’s cheating. I haven’t learned the entire “Thriller” dance (everyone should aspire to learn the entire “Thriller” dance, come on). I’ve never taken a real stab at applying for a reality show, which isn’t that ordinary, but something I’ve always wanted to do. So screw it, today’s a new day with a few additions to the bucket list. Maybe I’ll try tofu.