I remember a few years ago, one of my birthday wishes was to get every flavor of Arizona drinks. And my cousins, being the best people in the world, helped me get started with that collection. I know for sure that I’m missing a few, but that summer I collected (and drank!!) about 25 different flavors. Until today, I could tell you which ones are good (raspberry iced tea, ftw!! (I never say FTW, but in this case, IT IS NECESSARY)) and which ones you will regret, dig a grave, and bury your taste buds in. (diet peach iced tea!!! STAY FAR, FAR AWAY). Even to this day, I could down a bottle in one meal and I know which convenience stores in my block sell which flavors. At Walgreens, your Arizona will cost you $1.04 with tax, but go on sale for half that almost every month. The liquor store around the corner sells them at no tax, but they have limited flavors. And Lucky’s? They sell a good amount of flavors, but only chill a few. 7 Eleven, by far, has been the place I got most of the uncommon-er drinks.
Now why you may be asking am I going into great detail of my favorite beverage in the world? Why am I giving you all the information needed to go out and buy an Arizona near my house???!!?! TO CLEAR THEM OUT! Liquidate the stores of their Arizona’s PLEASE and put me out of my misery!! Again, why? Because (*sniff) Arizona has been a backstabbing best friend since high school and I only recently found out. =’(
ARIZONA’S HAVE MORE FREAKIN’ SUGAR IN IT THAN COCA-COLA.
And to think, those few summers ago, when Arizona truly became one of my best friends, I was having one almost every single day. That was the summer I also gained the most weight. I was addicted, I tell you!! Addicted! Addicted and lied to by something that made me feel good, but was oh so bad for me.
So, like any other addict trying to come clean, I will admit to the problem and slowly (but most certainly!!!!) ween myself off the can. I give myself one more week to enjoy that sugary thirst-quencher and then that’s that.
The Arizona Queen will raise the white flag and put down her crown. Now, friends, join me as I raise a glass to…. Water!! (Supposedly I need a lot of this. yay.)
(Disclaimer: I hope you understand how sarcastic I am, and don’t think I’m THAT much of a pig that I would really call a food or drink a friend. I’m a carnivore. Only vegetarians would call my foods friends. And I am not that lonely.)

It was good while it lasted…