Room for Ice Cream, Not Cranes

February 28, 2008

Right now, it’s 15° outside, and it feels like 2°. It is the end of February in New England, after all. And to celebrate our anniversary, Seth and I went to an ice cream parlor. Not just any ice cream parlor. We went to the townie hangout, which sells pizza, roast beef, subs, and ice cream. We didn’t stay. The townies were watching us.

Entry Filed under: Me in Real Life. Tags: cold, ice cream, silly.

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