Remember how I said there was an H&M in downtown Seattle? Well, I had to go before we left or I would have regretted it--it had been haunting my thoughts ever since we drove past on Day 1. So as we left the Asian Art Museum, I grabbed a phenominal cup of loose leaf earl grey tea from the cafe, along with (a super rare find) a few soy-free chai flavored chocolate bars. I drank some of it on the way to H&M.
Traffic was bitch so Blake dropped me off a block away from the store, and I told him I'd be as fast as I could while he circled and got a good parking spot. The store was great--I had wanted a black v-neck sweater for daily wear and the first thing I see when I go in: a table of v-neck sweaters for $19.90. Wonderful. I grabbed some equally affordable and cute items--think European Old Navy but more sophisticated; great style, super low prices--and tried them on as fast as I could. The line was super long, and I got out of there in just under an hour. Blake was parked right out front--he'd been fending off the meter-person since our change had been tapped--so we did our final snack/diaper/nurse, and got on the freeway.
Here is where the incident happens. So I reach for my tea. Somewhere in the back of my mind I think, 'geez, it's amazingly still warm'....and 'didn't I drink more than this...?' Obviously, the voice in my head was not loud enough to actually stop and inquire about these mysteries. I take a sip.
NOT EARL GREY.
It all becomes clear to me immediately: the warm, full cup; the leaving Blake in the car with the kids for an hour downtown; his tendancy to do-what-he-has-to-do when faced with needing to urinate....
As soon as I spit it out (which is basically the moment it hits my tastebuds and I can get the lid off of the cup), Blake notices what has happened. "Oh, honey! Shit! I forgot to tell you!"
My initial reaction: to bawl. Bawl like I've been violated and betrayed. He reaches out for me and I push his hand away. "Oh, great!" He says, "I ruined the whole trip!"
I grab some juice and try to wash away the flavor (quite salty, actually.) I tear open my chocolate bar and start devouring it square by square, my tastebud equivalent to a hot shower. After I few minutes pass, I wipe away my tears and instantly, it's hilarious. Really, really hilarious. I mean, come on, I accidently drank my husband's urine when I was expecting some delicious tea. Even I could see the humor in it. The experience in pictures looks like this:
Blake was very apologetic, and tried to make me feel better in a variety of ways. The most chivalrous gesture I thought (b/c we are weird like that) is when we arrived at a gas station, and I glared at him and said "There is a garbage can over there. You can throw away your pee-tea." I continued to glare (teasingly, of course) while he brought it over to the can, looked back at me with a guilty dog face, and took a sip for himself.
"There, now are we even?" No, because he was expecting it--it was the surprise factor that was half of the upset for me!
Regardless, I don't hold grudges--and I'm sure we will be telling this story for a long, long time.