I don’t know about y’all, but I love me some Labor Day weekend.
Particularly this Labor Day weekend as Scott and I were able to spend it at a friend’s wedding in Texas.
As it turns out, not only do I love me some Labor Day weekend, I also love me some Texas.
Mostly because it’s Jesus’ homestate and everyone has big hair. Also? The rumors about cinnamon rolls the size of your head are totally true.
An added bonus was that I was able to wear red lipstick, a sequined dress and pageant hair out in public and it was totally normal.
It was a great wedding filled with great people, great fun, and great laughs. I’ve gotta say, I wasn’t quite ready for the holiday weekend to be over.
The good news?
While Labor Day is certainly a historically significant holiday, I’d argue that Tuesday, September 4th, 2012 may be even more important.
I think you know where this is going.Image via Starbucks.com
That’s right. Today is the day when Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram are taken over by crazed Starbucks zombies demanding Autumn in a whip cream topped cup.
Need proof? Check out PSL’s omnipotent presence on the Twitterverse.
Seriously, though…for every deliciously sarcastic tweet about the hyped-up beverage, there were hundreds of “OMG!!! I need a PSL NOW!!!!!!!” messages that kind of made me shed a tear for America.
And don’t even get me started on the 3,000+ #PSL photos on Instagram.
But here’s the bad part.
I kind of really want one.
While I realize this contradicts my recent decision to cut back on Starbucks, I feel an exception should be made when it comes to drinking pie out of a cup.
Because truly, everyone should be able to drink pie out of a cup once in a while.
Except maybe this guy.
Although I think that perhaps, all of us relate to this sentiment a little bit more than we’d like to admit.
Still, I’ve remained strong. This has less to do with my iron-clad self-control or distaste for American consumerism and more with the giant pile of processed cheese I ate for dinner. All I’m going to say is that it came from Taco John’s and probably could have fed a family of six. Even if a delicious pumpkin spice latte were sitting in front of me right now, I don’t think I’d be physically capable of ingesting it. The food coma is that severe.
Still, I’m going to roll with the whole “pretentious young woman exercising an incredible amount of willpower” angle.
We’ll just let the burrito of shame be our little secret. Cool?