I am no longer a Dairy Queen virgin. My world will never, ever be the same. After volleyball on Wednesday, I followed my teammates (well, I d like to think I was invited, but you know ) to their favourite ice cream shop.
I solicited their advice before ordering because the choices were truly overwhelming. With their support, I ordered the Reese Peanut Butter Blizzard. I don t remember much after that - except for some hysteric giggling and heart racing and then I think I went into a coma.
I know for certain that I wanted to cry on the rest of the bike ride home. It s a pity they re at least 600 calories for a small, but I can see them substituting dinner at least a few times over the summer. Now over to the best news I ve had in I wrote this over a year ago - note the sign off.
And now, my wish, first made the day Ginger left the band , is coming true. Pray goddess that somehow, some way I can get tickets and find someone to go with. Husband brought it to my attention yesterday that I need not stress too much about ticket availability as the rest of the world may not be as keen as I am to get to one of the reunion shows, which heartens me.
Love it - such a throwback to the Monkees-era schtick with Thames-based hijinx, crazy costumes and Alan Cumming. And for all you music snobs still out there who are judging me for my love of all thoughtless, fluffy things Spice Girl, chew on this: Elvis Costello was in the flick. In addition to Spice World, I plan to check out the new Lebreton Flats stage for Opera Under the Stars tonight, check out at least one but maybe two of the FIFA U-20 games on Saturday and finally, drink sangria in honour of this nation s birthday.
It s the least I can do. sorry I just had to do it. Looking for an original gift?
I am no longer a Dairy Queen virgin. My world will never, ever be the same.
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