May 14th, 2009
Water Bottle Mirth
I love water bottles.
Not the cheap flimsy plastic bottles that come in 6 packs at the grocery store, but the really nice ones made by Nalgene, Sigg and the like.
In fact, water bottles are bit like pocket knives to me. For no rational reason, I find myself buying a new one every four to six months simply because I get bored of the old one. I recently “retired” my red 1 litre Nalgene bottle for an enormous fire-engine-red 1.5 litre Sigg bottle that has been affectionately dubbed the “fire extinguisher” at work.
And why is this? Deep inside, there can be found an ounce of logic.
You see, I gave up drinking coffee about 4 years ago. It’s the closest I’ve ever come to understanding how an alcoholic must feel when he hears the cap twist off of a frosty-cold beer, or the pull a former smoker feels when the click-snap sound of a lighter is within earshot. I allow myself about one cup of coffee every month as a “treat” – enough to savor the taste, but not enough to form another addiction.
I also gave up pop (soda). This was a little easier than coffee, and I don’t miss it at all.
Next on the hit list was iced-tea (affectionaly referred to as “sweet-tea” in the South). This was another hard one, and I allow myself about two glasses per month. (And unlike most northerners, I always drink sweetened iced tea. Unsweetened is suitable only for cleaning drains and dumping in refuse piles.)
And this year, I’ve tried to give up sweetened fruit drinks.
What does this mean? About the only things left for me to drink are milk and water. And the presence of a water cooler at work means that I have an endless supply of cold, delicious water.
And what better way to encourage water consumption than a beautifully engineered water bottle to carry it in?
So the logic isn’t perfect … but I enjoy my water bottles nonetheless.