One Time
For one summer during high school, Heather and I became obsessed with Slurpees. We drove all over town looking for new flavors, and when we'd see them it was like discovering your favorite movie star was actually sitting in 7-11 this whole time. We became disillusioned with Coke varieties pretty quickly, and found out that lots of little distinctions exist between seemingly similar flavors (ie, cherry, wild cherry, and Fanta cherry). At one point, we took dramatic black and white pictures of each other holding the Slurpees. We also called some 800-number and made the poor operator on the other end list off all the individual flavors so we could transcribe them and know what we were up against in our quest to taste everything. It turned out there were like 70 different flavors in rotation (including some obscure ones that I'm not sure ever really existed like Dragonfruit and Blueberry). We swore we would do everything in our power to taste everything we could.
But then, for no good reason, we got sick of Slurpees. Maybe the summer just ended or our enthusiasm simply ran its course, but for whatever reason, the fiery passion we had for the drink came and went. I can't drink a Slurpee now, of course, without thinking of that summer.
I've had my own little summer of slurpee too. I still love them, but to me consistency (or thickness) is more important than flavor.
I would die for that list of all the flavors though.
Those B&W photo's were amazing! I think that was the first consciously themed photoshoot I ever did, and although it was a silly concept, it was actually kind of important to my creative development as a photographer.
I often think of that summer, and that slurpee list.
Love you!