Since I’ve been back I haven’t really known what to write about.
I’m busy crocheting, or babysitting, or sleeping, or watching football (specifically Tim Tebow), which leaves me almost nothing to write about.
Well, that’s not completely true, but it doesn’t leave me enough to really elaborate upon. Unless you wanted to hear me rant about Tim Tebow, but I figured everyone else on every sports channel and radio talk show is doing that for me already.
I finally got to see one of my close friends from high school last night and we decided to go on a late night ice cream run, which quickly changed to a hot chocolate run due to the freezing weather.
Both of us agree that Starbucks’ hot chocolate is nothing special so we decided to find a different place instead. Peet’s Coffee was closed and the coffee shop inside Whole Foods was closed as well. Caribou Coffee was half an hour away, which didn’t leave us with many other options.
Then she suggested Village Inn and I knew of one right down the road, so we drove for 5 minutes and pulled into the parking lot.
We were both pretty sure that they wouldn’t mind a couple of college students wanting only a cup of hot chocolate. But as soon as we entered my stomach grumbled. Nothing surprising I guess.
It was difficult to hear what our waiter was saying since he mumbled a lot. However, we both ended up with a mug of hot chocolate in hand—it just so happened that her mug matched the color of her fingernails, which we both got a good laugh out of.
I couldn’t resist. “Xavia, I really want some hash browns. Do you think they’ll give me just a side of hash browns?”
This caused both of us to laugh again and receive some funny looks from the waiter when he took our order, but I couldn’t have been happier with hot chocolate, hash browns, and one of my best friends by my side.
It’s an odd combination, that’s for sure.
But happiness comes in the most unique forms.
Last night it happened to be something sweet, something salty (with some carbs), and a healthy portion of friendship.