If you like Pina Coladas...

*sings out loud* And getting caught in the rain...

I was tired of my lady
We'd been together too long
Like a worn-out recording
Of a favorite song
So while she lay there sleeping
I read the paper in bed
And in the personal columns
There was this letter I read

"If you like Pina Coladas
And getting caught in the rain
If you're not into yoga
If you have half a brain
If you'd like making love at midnight
In the dunes on the Cape
Then I'm the love that you've looked for
Write to me and escape."
I didn't think about my lady
I know that sounds kind of mean

But me and my old lady
Have fallen into the same old dull routine
So I wrote to the paper
Took out a personal ad
And though I'm nobody's poet
I thought it wasn't half bad

"Yes I like Pina Coladas
And getting caught in the rain
I'm not much into health food
I am into champagne
I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon
And cut through all this red-tape
At a bar called O'Malley's
Where we'll plan our escape."

So I waited with high hopes
And she walked in the place
I knew her smile in an instant
I knew the curve of her face
It was my own lovely lady
And she said, "Oh it's you."
Then we laughed for a moment
And I said, "I never knew."

That you like Pina Coladas
Getting caught in the rain
And the feel of the ocean
And the taste of champagne
If you'd like making love at midnight
In the dunes of the Cape
You're the lady I've looked for
Come with me and escape.

~Rupert Holmes~

I have that song running rampant through my head today. It's being chased by a power size Pennya Kowlada®. Oh, the pineapples, yogurt, and delicious coconut. The exotic concoction calls to me much like the ad did to the writer above.

I've never been one for personal columns, but maybe if someone liked pina coladas, they could show me the way to the nearest Jamba Juice and we could sing the song for real!

I'm off to Jamba Juice ;)

Caribbean Sunset & Caribbean Passion

Sitting among candlelight, talking of all things life, making our favorite body scrubs; my best friend and I reminisce of the old days. We talk of all things scent, all things good for you, all things food for the body.

Which brings me to the current wish: I WANT MORE JAMBA JUICE!

Ok so I already had a power Caribbean Passion . So what!?

The latest of tantalizing body scrubs put together tonight resembles the caribbean shores visited whenever I drink my favorite jamba Juice nectar of the gods: Caribbean passion. I think I'll call this concoction Caribbean Sunset, to go along with my jamba juice.

So, now it's nearly midnight and I'm craving Jamba Juice...AGAIN.

Why aren't they open late? *sigh*

Aloha!

The snow is melting (thank Jamba!) and I sit here daydreaming of the sandy shores of Hawaii. Beautiful lush landscapes, dazzingly bright sands, brilliant waters. I envision sitting in a lawn chair, reclined (of course) and having some enchantingly devastatingly sexy waiter bring me over a Power sized Aloha Pineapple from Jamba Juice.

The drop dead gorgeous waiter walks to me slowly, the sun radiating off his golden tan neck and arms. He reaches me, and bends down slowly, almost sensuously, while my eyes widen at the size of... the power drink he has in his hands.

Ahhh, the daydream. Time for more jamba juice methinks.

I think today I'll go bold and get an immunity boost, after all in reality it is cold here and I need to be healthy... especially for the tan god that will eventually deliver me a refreshing Aloha Pineapple (someday ;)