I was going to tell ya'll about my stuff that I had to get rid of. But I can't. Because I have to tell you about the
GREAT ICE CREAM SEARCH OF 2010.
So, it all went down yesterday.
I spent all day cleaning, organizing, throwing stuff away (I LOVE moving.) And then I had a doula appointment FAR away. And I had a headache. And I was starving.
So, it was 9:30pm, and I needed ice cream. BAD. I didn't need it to be fancy or expensive or anything. Just cold, frozen, dairy or dairy-like even. I decided to be a nice wife and stop off at Dairy Queen and get us BOTH a cold treat.
They were closed.
So, I decided to just shoot across the intersection to McDonald's and grab a couple of sundaes. (Do you see how BADLY I needed ice cream? McDonald's! Really!)
Well. There was road construction, and weird lane closures, and I couldn't get across. No prob, I'd just drive across the intersection and hit up McDonald's for sundaes. (Do you realize how badly I needed ice cream? McDonald's! Good grief.)
There was road construction, and all these weird lane closures. I couldn't figure out how to get across. Weird. so, I just figured I'd drive up a bit and flip around. (U-turns are kind of an important part of living in Vegas.)
Well. I couldn't make a U-turn at the next street. (Big NO UTURN sign) or the next or the next. Grr. At this point I was almost home and halfway between Burger King and McDonald's. So, I decided to just go to Burger King. I was almost there anyway, they had cheapo ice cream, and I like their fries.
So I got to Burger King (it's raining by this point) and went to the drive-thru. I opened my mouth to order "Two Caramel sundaes and a large fry" when I saw a sign, handwritten, that said, "Cash only, sorry."
WHAT? So I said, "WHAT?" I hit reverse and floored it outta there. Ridiculous. I didn't have cash! I had plastic. Only plastic.
It's like the universe did NOT want me to have cheap soft serve this evening.
Depressed and dejected, I started heading towards home, when I decided I wanted ice cream more than I wanted to go home. So, I turned into the grocery store's parking lot. Then I spotted a GOLDEN SPOON! Yum, cold frozen yogurt. More money, sure, but WAY better than soft serve.
They were closed.
The ridiculousness had now reached epic proportions. I had now struck out FOUR times. I was not about to let the Universe win. I would have ice cream. I WOULD, rain or no rain.
I parked and went into Smith's. (In the rain.) And to make up for my very frustrating 20 minutes, I ended up with Hagen Daaz, brownies and cupcakes. NICE!
On the way home, Derek called to find out where the heck I was. He laughed a lot when I told him. Then I swore not to share, and he changed his tune.