i have tried at least a dozen times to make this thing work. here we go again. last night i tried to get fried ice cream. i have been passively wanting fried ice cream for over a year now. i can remember debating getting it this summer, last winter, etc. last nighti decided i ought to just get the stupid ice cream and be done with it. so, first i called chi-chi's to find how much this craving aws going to cost me (which had previously been the whole reason not toget it)... $2.99! $3.79 with kaluah (what a shame i won't be 21 until next month). okay, i'm on it. can you get fried ice cream to go?? i feel like no, you can't cause it would melt. so, i declared to boy that i was going to chi-chi's now to get myself some fried ice cream. he said he wanted to go and have a margarita. okay. fine. then he said "well, you've been waiting this long, they are open all night, we can go later". damn him. then we played mario party, and i won. that was nice and all. then about 7:30 pm we hopped into jerry and raced to chi-chi's with me singing about fried ice cream the entire way (i was that excited. i think it also made boy more excited about that margarita). we got there and the parking lot was reaching capacity. we walked in and the waiting area looked like a camp ground. the wait was 45 minutes. boy refused to wait. i seriously considered refusing to leave, but gave up and left. we got into the car and i started crying. i was really mad that he wouldn't wait 45 minutes so i could have fried ice cream after i got so excited. boy doesn't understand why little things like restaurant desserts are so important to me. he was spoiled as a child. i shared dessert once in a blue moon with my mother and sister. i'd never had my very own plate of fried ice cream and i was really excited. so i cried out of anger. then i stopped crying and just sat and stared straight ahead and refused to speak the entire way home and for about 30 minutes after we got home. that was enough of a fit over a boy and some ice cream. then he said "why don't you call mi mexico [the restaurant literally on the corner of our street] and ask if they have it?" i said "it's not the same." he said "you can at least try." so, i tried. i called, and they claimed to have fried ice cream and for $2.75. so, i ordered some for take-out and sent boy to go and get it. he came home with ice cream with was breaded in some sort of brown oats and not fried. i don't know if i will ever forgive him. i cannot possibly justify spending $6 in two days on trying to fufill some ridiculous need for fried ice cream that i have left sit inside me for over a year, but now that i actually tried to get myself some, i have to have it. i am so upset. really.
