Sunday, December 11, 2005
the best one hundred pesos of my life
Yesterday my dinner turned into roses. Roses, lilies, and a few sprigs of babies’ breath, to be exact. My caramel sundae? A red ribbon and some sheets of pink tissue. Delicious, don’t you think?
It was quite a scene from Love Actually, really (Nenen pointed this out).
Snape: “What is THAT?!”
Mr. Bean: “Hoh-lly, suh”
Snape: “I don’t want any bloody HOH-LLY!”
Without a doubt, that was the best spent one hundred pesos of my life. Last night was a dream. Sitting barefoot at a posh zen table (in a private room!), eating sushi with chopsticks, and laughing at… *ahem* with my closest friends, all decked out in silly finery and smiles. That was on Katya’s parents.
Commercial break: Katya’s parents can be so cool! Maybe it’s because when they’re out with us, they’re never in a rush to leave; you wonder, in fact, who’s having more fun, you or them. It’s as if their first date never ended. In translation: they leave us to our own insignificant devices and immerse themselves in each other. It’s cute. :)
Then, to Cold Rock.
I’ve found the sundae. THE sundae.
No words
Without a doubt, the most potent stuff on earth. Dangerous stuff, it is.
First, we had two banana splits (on Pair’s parents!) Truly, the ingredients of fantasy… doesn’t everyone wish they could just point at the flavors and toppings, and watch as your commands are obeyed and the ice cream comes together into a magical concoction of flavors, sauces, gummi bears, chocolate bits, nougat, marshmallows, cookie dough, and everything else you ever wished you could pile onto a sundae?
But I mislead. That – THOSE – they were not THE sundae. They were delicious, but they were not THE sundae.
The sundae was magic. First we pooled our money together, Jo-Fri style. Then we decided on vanilla. Then, we decided on gummi bears, cookie dough, frozen strawberries, rocky road, violet crumble, mnms and pound cake… I think. Then… then, we watched mesmerized as the ice cream guy swirled our four scoops of vanilla into a nest on the frozen counter, poured our carefully chosen toppings into the center, and proceeded to MASH MASH MASH at everything. All the employees gathered around to watch. Dexterously, he pounded away at everything, slicing, mixing, folding- WITHOUT turning everything into tasteless too-sweet sludge. A round of applause was granted to him when he victoriously scooped the mass into the cup and handed it to us, with six spoons, no less (one extra! It’s always good to have an extra spoon ;).
At this point we were still innocent. We had not yet discovered the wonder of THE sundae. The first spoonful was unforgettable. The second was indescribable. By the third, when the surprises continued, we were spellbound.
Without a doubt the best one hundred pesos of my life.
“I went to bed last night wondering if God could be so unfair that he would make you buy me two sundaes.” I think I’d cry.
the poet ♥
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The sundae was magic. First we pooled our money together, Jo-Fri style. Then we decided on vanilla. Then, we decided on gummi bears, cookie dough, frozen strawberries, rocky road, violet crumble, mnms and pound cake… I think. Then… then, we watched mesmerized as the ice cream guy swirled our four scoops of vanilla into a nest on the frozen counter, poured our carefully chosen toppings into the center, and proceeded to MASH MASH MASH at everything. All the employees gathered around to watch. Dexterously, he pounded away at everything, slicing, mixing, folding- WITHOUT turning everything into tasteless too-sweet sludge. A round of applause was granted to him when he victoriously scooped the mass into the cup and handed it to us, with six spoons, no less (one extra! It’s always good to have an extra spoon ;).