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First day of Spring equals free ice cream. S, C, and I visited the two DQs closest to our house. I discovered that I like a twist cone better than plain vanilla. C decided that two cones eaten back to back is a bit too much for his stomach. H had class, so she was on her own to get a cone from a DQ near campus.
S plans to tag along to C's karate to score an extra cone on that end of town. C figures after a four hour break he'll be up for more ice cream.
ETA: H got adventurous and went to three DQs after class. Later in the evening, she went to a fourth with her Dad (his only cone of the day).
S, C, and I made it to the DQ near C's karate, but that was a horrible, horrible, mistake. The parking was terrifying, it was packed, too warm, and the man behind the counter in broken english responded to all questions with, "Any change, one oh eight." The cones were sad, small, melty, and smooshed. We decided it is the DQ from hell, and it isn't worth going there ever again, even for free ice cream. To help lift our moods I found a different DQ nearby. The contrast was stark.
S plans to tag along to C's karate to score an extra cone on that end of town. C figures after a four hour break he'll be up for more ice cream.
ETA: H got adventurous and went to three DQs after class. Later in the evening, she went to a fourth with her Dad (his only cone of the day).
S, C, and I made it to the DQ near C's karate, but that was a horrible, horrible, mistake. The parking was terrifying, it was packed, too warm, and the man behind the counter in broken english responded to all questions with, "Any change, one oh eight." The cones were sad, small, melty, and smooshed. We decided it is the DQ from hell, and it isn't worth going there ever again, even for free ice cream. To help lift our moods I found a different DQ nearby. The contrast was stark.
