Sunday, July 6, 2008

pull yourself together, pink berry calls

9:22pm. I get the call. Hillary wants me to go to pink berry. I am in my pajamas with a face mask on, but I don't want to miss out on the excursion. I throw on a strange ensemble and wash my face. she picks me up, looking tough, wearing a red bandanna and we drive all the way to pink berry. we complain about our days. There are teenagers doing weird things and posing by cars in front of the establishment - I think it's funny. I take a picture of them and they give me a mean teenager look. Now we can't go to this pink berry, I ruined it. we drive to another pink berry in Beverly Hills. The streets are dark and quiet, no one is out. We hop over a few bums and enter. Hillary tries lyche for the first time and states it looks like squid. pink berry lady asks my name for the cup (we are the only ones there, does she really need my name?). we re-hop over sleeping bums and head home. Hill's mango is way too hard and crunchy. strangely, my mango is perfect.
P.S. You don't need to tell me, I already know that my life is pretty dull if I'm blogging about frozen yogurt!!!!

4 comments:

summer said...

LOVE pinkberry...

Meg Taylor said...

what's not to love?

sarah said...

Gross- I'll take McDonald's ice cream over Pinkberry!

Danielle said...

there you have it one of my favorite qualities about you...you are up for anything at anytime and anywhere! jealous of the pinkberry...yum:)