It's fall. The leaves are changing colors, there is an undeniable crispness in the air, and bros are tossing around the good ol' pigskin. Oh, and people everywhere are drinking their pumpkin spice lattes aka PSLs from Starbucks.
Over the office water cooler (JK, Twitter) we discovered that we were the last two people in all of America to not have tried the PSL. And we decided to change that... THAT VERY DAY.
We began our journey to the land of the PSL (our local Starbucks) by literally beginning our journey (but only after listening to a Taylor Swift song to get in the ~proper mood~). We were off in search of the golden cup. Or would it be orange?
Along the way we pondered some ~deep thoughts~ about the impending seismic shift that would change our lives forever. What would happen to us? Would we like the PSLs? And how much exactly were our lives ACTUALLY about to change?
The journey was not without its challenge. As we made our pilgrimage we passed a place we didn't want to see. THIS WAS NOT WHERE WE WOULD GET OUR PSLs. No, we were going to the Mecca of chain coffee shops, Starbucks.
After what seemed like weeks of walking*, our destination was in sight!
We made it to the promised land of PSLs!
We took a brief moment to say a prayer to the Starbucks mermaid and thanking her for guiding us here.
But now...what to order?
JK, we are obvi getting Pumpkin Spice Lattes!
The next few minutes were the longest of our lives. We didn't know when our PSLs would arrive. Seeing people get their orders and leaving the store made us anxious. We both threw up in our mouths a little. We were scared but ready.
THEN LIKE A SHINING BEACON OF CHILLY, FROSTY HOPE, THE ICED PSL CAME.
FOLLOWED BY THE HOT ONE.
Life was a speeding train and we were in the front car.
The moment was nigh. OUR PSL CHERRIES WERE ABOUT TO BE POPPED!
And then it happened.
But...what DID happen?
Well, after much deliberation, we decided the pumpkin spice latte didn't taste very pumpkin-y at all. Like it was SO cloyingly sweet and kind of thick, but by no means did it remind us of slurping on a big fat spicy pumpkin.
We DID however feel an amazing sense of accomplishment. After all, we were in the state of mind of someone who NORMALLY orders a PSL — pure, unadultered autumn bliss.
At the end of the day, we didn't finish our drinks (not even close) but we DID pose for this triumphant photo. We came, we saw, we conquered the PSL.
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