The Bloggess (Jenny) and I found ourselves in a room of lovely partying Canadians Friday night, and Jana plied us with Canadian chocolate, something called Aero. The entire room started chanting the ad campaign, something to do with ‘tasting bubbles,’ and Kittenpie insisted we eat the chocolate immediately.
Never one to disagree with that kind of encouragement, I took a bite and was scolded all around for eating the chocolate incorrectly.
Sandra: “Don’t chew it! Wait for the bubbles! Take a new bite.”
Jenny and I each took another bite and held the chocolate in our mouths, waiting. “Do you taste the bubbles? Do you?” We looked at each other, frozen. Fortunately, everyone started staring at Jenny, and I was able to duck into the bathroom and not choke laughing while waiting for the chocolate to dissolve.
“Bubbles? Bubbles?” I started thinking of the zany tank fish who was obsessed with aquarium bubbles in “Finding Nemo.”
“Um, yeah, yes, bubbles!” said Jenny. The room cheered! Everyone returned to their drinks.
I sidled up to her. “WTF? I didn’t get any bubbles.”
“Either did I. Must only work for Canadians.”
Or maybe we just need to find a shipping source of Aero bars and practice eating chocolate until we get it right.
By the way, I can't remember the last time I attended a hotel room party that got a second warning from security, so thanks for the good time, ladies.
P.S. I got out of Chicago just fine, but SwingDaddy and Q were weather-delayed in Dallas overnight without their luggage or spare diapers. Yikes! Fortunately, they arrived safely at Rugger Mom’s place today, and we’re all happily reunited with lots of SwingDaddy’s family.