Actually Using the Stuff I Bought

It took me about a week before I actually used my new tea products. You might be a bit surprised, but, then again, you don’t know me. Those who do, on the other hand, are pleasantly surprised it only took a week. But you are not here to hear (read?) me talk about my flakiness. Actually, I have no idea what you came here for, but I’m gonna put a limb out there and say that, because of the title of this blog post, maybe not about my flakiness?

Whatever. Id doesn’t matter either way. But I did get to use my steeper (I think that sounds more like it could be name of this thing – still, don’t quote me on it), and so I’ll tell you about it.


Ok, here we go.

I don’t know if you have noticed this, but spring is pretty much upon us.


And, like everything else in Savannah, the weather can’t seem to commit. I’m not really sure myself what that sentence means either, but it makes me sound sassy as fuck – and I like it. What I don’t like is the fact that one day it’s freezing, and the next it’s positively toasty. Worse still: I’ll go out to class at 8am wearing a jacket while freezing my nose, to holding it for the rest of the day because I’m sweating like a pig.

So it should come to no surprise (specially to me) that I always get sick during this time of the year. Queue my teacher giving me a tea that says “Achoooooooooo” on the front, and I have no excuse but to try my new steeping pot (is it still a teapot if it’s plastic and looks like a jug more than a pot?).


And I have to say I love this thing. It’s easy to use, it takes virtually the same time it would take to use a tea bag, but you get to decide how much tea you put in it, and even reuse the leaves if you want to have some more!

The tea helped too, and I’m feeling a lot better now.

Can’t wait to try the others!


Food (read Booze) & Music Fest

This past weekend I went to Miami, Florida, to visit some family. I had to pick up my car at their place and drive it back to Savannah, which is an experience I enjoy dearly. Whenever I arrive in the States I look forward to spending eight hours by myself on a car while trying not to fall asleep so that I can enjoy the sights. And, oh, the sights!


At least I had my boyfriend to distract me. Somewhat. So, once there, I decided to make the most of the trip. It so happens that the F+M Festival was taking place, and so we bought ourselves tickets and tagged along with my cousin and his friends. And by tagged along I mean we went by ourselves and found my cousin a few hours later. We had a blast. There was amazing music, nice food (again, read booze) and, weirdly, a hot tea stand. Heaven.

You must be thinking: No fucking way did he start drinking tea in the middle of a music festival. And, of course, you would be dead wrong. I am nothing if not ridiculously stubborn. My boyfriend though it was hilarious. He was also very drunk, so anything would’ve seemed hilarious to him.

See the picture below as proof.


And so I had my Twining’s Pomegranate & Raspberry Herbal Tea while rocking to Hot Chip’s hits. Never thought I would write a sentence that looked even close to that. But, here we are. And there I was. And, I have to say, it was delightful.

Then again, I was also drunk as fuck, so anything would have seemed delightful. I guess we’ll never know. Cause I couldn’t be bothered.