Yesterday, I was enticed by a sandwich board to try some sort of Peppermint Mocha contraption over at Beyond Juice. The drink was test marketed especially for me, I think, by the National Association of Coffee Baristas. They know that I don’t drink coffee. At all. Somehow, however, because this drink featured “the basic meal in a cup formula” and peppermint flavoring and a hint of choco related flavor, the guise was to trick me into believing that this particular libation really didn’t have coffee in it. It wasn’t really the Colombian Connection coffee drink from their menu with peppermint thrown in.
I naively pondered the idea that it would be too late in the day for caffeine. To some folks, the cut off is 7 or 8 p.m., but because my unscathed bodily system does not often consume caffeine, I had to remind myself that it would probably have an effect closer to crack. Of course, I didn’t remind myself, but ordered one of the said drinks at 4 p.m., following advice of regular mortals who had a mainline drip set up to coffee.
Needless to say, I had a very productive 3 hours. Later on, laying in my bed, I experienced that dazed state of being periodically aware of, “Oh, I’m not sleeping yet. When am I going to fall asleep.” I groggily looked at the alarm clock, and though my brain was awake, my body was feeble, and I went back to sleep for another hour. Today I still feel sort of buzzed but ready to crash any moment for a nap.
Was it worth it? Well, I did get several servings of fruits and veggies betwixt and between the peppermint and coffee, which I thought would counteract the effects, but lo and behold it didn’t. All in all, I might just do it again, but ask for them to zap the caffeine out of it. And they can’t. So they would just pretend. Then I’d just pretend. And then I’d be up all night. Again.
Did you do something not so bright lately caffeine wise?
