there's crack in the ice cream!

So there's this ice cream store on the corner of 8th street in lovely Pass-a-Grille. We love the ice cream store. Why? Because they have ice cream. Like, duh.

We started our evening walk tonight much too early -- nearly an hour before sunset -- because we were both dreaming of eating ice cream and watching the sun set. Because it's what we like to do. There's a beautiful symmetry to it, somehow. Peaceful, despite the hordes of other people out doing the exact same thing at exactly the same time.

Tonight, as we approach the ice cream store we see a horrific sight: a fire truck and an ambulance sitting out front. Talk about a scary sight! I mean, what if all the ice cream was on fire, melting to icky ice cream mush? Tragic, that's what it'd be.

Luckily, the ice cream store was fine, and the ice cream was unmelted. Whew! Just an elderly woman rushed to the hospital, nothing to worry our little heads over.

We walked out to the wall where there are a bunch of seats and sat down with our ice creams. Then along came an old woman with two white puff-ball dogs, and a little kid that didn't want to sit next to us. It was all quite funny that, when his uncle said, "let's sit here" the kid ran past us at high speed yelling, "nooooooooooooo!" until the kid's dad walked by carrying all the kid's toys from their day at the beach. I nodded hello and smiled, and that jerk gave us a look...good thing it's florida, because otherwise we'd have frozen, literally, with that cold glare. He went on to join his son at a different bench further away, and we decided it would probably be best to move on to a different place on the beach -- didn't want to suffer permanent frostbite damage or anything.

We walked quite a ways along the beach -- did I mention that we went out to watch the sunset much too early? And, probably because of that jerk, we noticed the disgusted (and a few disgusting, mostly from icky-gross-men) looks of so many of the people we passed.

So we got back home and sat down, not sure if the beauty of the deeply-red sunset, the sea-foam that looked purple in the sky's reflection, and the skimming sea-bird were worth the looks. On the couch, Emi says, "Is it bad if I want more ice cream?" And that's it -- it's for sure. They're lacing the ice cream with something addictive at that crazy ice cream store. Probably crack. Probably that's why that lady had to get taken to the hospital in an ambulance.

After the overall sunset-beach-walking experience, Emi decided that we should never time our sunset-watching so poorly: from now on we'll have to wait at home until right before the sunset, run out to watch it, then run back.

But don't worry, we won't neglect the ice cream.