The Rise and Fall of Ice Ball #1 š§
Let me set the scene.
It was a warm night š. I had a Big Gulp cup in hand š„¤, and I was ready to elevate my beverage game. Not with boring cubes. No, no ā I went full āAs Seen on TVā and busted out the fancy mold. I was about to become one of those people. You know, the ones who sip with a single, slow-melting ice sphere like theyāre in a penthouse lounge š„¶āØ, silently judging your drink choice.
The mold? I popped that thing in the freezer like it was about to become the star of my hydration journey. Hours later ā boom š„ ā a beautiful, clear(ish) ice ball. I was proud. I felt sophisticated. I felt powerful.
I dropped it into my cup, poured in some warm Dr Pepper (mistake #1 šØ), and prepared for greatness.
And thenā¦
It melted.
Like, instantly.
I blinked ā it was gone.
I got one lick.
ONE.
Lick.
My entire frozen legacy reduced to a sad puddle in less than a TikTok ā±ļøš„².
Apparently, warm soda is like lava to ice balls šš§.
And those infomercial molds? Lies. Beautiful, cold-hearted lies.
I didnāt get the classy experience. I got betrayal in a cup.
A very fizzy, caramel-colored cup šš„¤.
Rest in peace, Ice Ball #1.
Gone too soon.
You deserved better.
We both did.
Until next time ā awkwardly yours,
Me.
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