Or more specifically, soft serve cones?!

Tangent: my former college roommate has one story that she loves to tell over and over and over again. In our dorm dining hall, there was a soft serve machine and we ended many a meal with cones. Soft serve cones had a way of making a dismal dorm meal much better though it added insult to injury when the ice cream was icy and hard.

We ate it anyway.

Anywho, there were usually several schools on campus for tours and field trips on any given day. On one such day during lunch, we decided to get our cones. Well there were two kids just standing there deciding what to get. Look, there are 3 options: chocolate, vanilla, and swirl. It’s not that hard. We’re standing there with our cones in our hands waiting for them to make a decision when finally, I was tired of waiting and, according to my roommate, I HIP-CHECKED THE KID out of the way so I could get my cone. She claims he was standing there all shocked but I swear I just moved in. There was no contact whatsoever. Funnily enough, everyone believes HER story.

Last night after my accounting final, I decided to celebrate by treating myself to a cone at McDonald’s. As I was waiting, I thought, wouldn’t this be a fun addition to the reception? I really want to have a fun, laid back almost backyard bbq type of reception. Have I discussed that before? I’ll have to go more in detail soon. Anywho, so don’t you think ice cream screams backyard bbq? I mean, it’d be perfect!

So now I’m on the search for machine rentals. I’m not sure when we would pull this out but it would have to be churning away beforehand. Hmm. I could always rent one of those gelato carts but the soft serve, it calls for me!

And I am not above hip checking someone out of the way.