I had yesterday off. My roommate did too. So did his girlfriend. We all work in the restaurant industry. The fact that we all three of us had the same day off was a miracle. We celebrated by playing cards in the park while sipping on beer on wine, followed by a nice sushi meal, and we topped it off by buying several pints of Ben & Jerry’s. That’s right. We had an impromptu Ben & Jerry’s party. If you’re not jealous, there is something wrong with you. We got Coffee Toffee Bar Crunch, Americone Dream, half baked, and Cherry Garcia. That’s a pretty nice variety. Sure we could have gotten more, but there were too many decisions and we had too little time. We chose what we chose and I have no regrets.
We brought the pints home, we opened them up, we took a picture to post on social media, and we dished them out, devoured them, and went back for seconds. We made gluttons of ourselves. Food comas all around. It was glorious. It was like Thanksgiving. We all had to lie down after. We all went to bed early. The best part was that it wasn’t planned. It couldn’t be. If I told you that we should have a Ben & Jerry’s party soon, we would look at our calendars and plan it for Tuesday next week. Tuesday would roll around and we wouldn’t be in the mood for ice cream. We would postpone it, and postpone it, and postpone it again. It would never happen. It has to be spontaneous. We had a spontaneous Ben & Jerry’s party. I consider myself lucky.
Critically Rated at 16/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young