ice cream sandwich dreams

Do you ever have those days where you’re just drained and want to sit on your couch and watch tv? That was me today. I didn’t sleep well last night, so I’ve been drained all day. All I wanted to do was come home, put on the movie Once and make a cookie/ice cream sandwich. (I realized I have cookies, and I have ice cream, so why haven’t the two met in a delicious sandwichy dessert??) But, as I was on the way home from watching USC die a horrible, painful, slow, traumatizing death (oh, and watching 2 of our arch-enemies, Texas and Notre Dame, win) I got a text from It Girl who wanted me to go to the Newlywed’s house. I’d promised I would earlier in the week, but had decided that I was going to just go home now. I knew they would understand. Besides, I’d gotten in a crazy fight with a chicken wing today (which the chicken wing won), and my pants bore the tragic evidence of said fight. For some reason, I am the messiest eater who ever lived! It’s actually a weird anomaly if I don’t spill something all over myself or get it in my hair or all over my face. I should wear a bib whenever I eat. Literally. And if a guy ever suggests dinner as a first date, I try to avoid it. I don’t want him turned off by catsup (ketchup?) and mustard all over my face on a first date. I guess I could always order a salad and try to eat that nicely. But, I don’t want to be that girl who orders a salad on a first date. There’s nothing wrong with girls who eat salad, but since I will almost always choose a burger or pizza or tacos over a salad, I can’t be a poser. You’re supposed to show the read you on first dates, right? But I digress.

Since it was all friends over at their house, and since they live literally across the street, I figured I’d stop by for a minute. Plus, they needed me to even out the ration of couples to single people. There were 2 couples and 3 single girls before I got there. Actually, right before I got there, 2 of Mrs. Newlywed’s work friends showed up. So single girls win. Though, I can’t help but wonder why we don’t know any single guys.

I’m glad I went over there. First we all sat around chatting. Then the boys went outside, and the girls all started sharing some crazy stories. It’s fun talking to other people and realizing that you’re not the only one who gets into some crazy situations. The girls were all pretty and dressed cute and ready to go out. I was grungy and just wanted to come home. I mean, I was having a great time, but I couldn’t stop thinking about my ice cream cookie sandwich. I guess that’s a bad thing, when you want to go home on a Saturday night cause you’re dreaming about dessert. But, I never claimed to be the healthiest eater. And, when something pops into my brain, I fixate on it. It’s the determined lawyer in me, I guess. I’m in it to win it. And tonight’s prize was deliciousness. So the girls (aside for It Girl) all went out to a club. They’re probably dancing and flirting with boys as I type. I sat around talking with the It Couple and Mr. Newlywed for a while. Then we decided to call it a night. It Couple drove me home, even though it literally is across the street and I told them how I don’t mind walking, cause I could totally stab a guy with my keys if he tries to steal me. But, they insisted. And I was too tired to put up much of a fight. Plus, I would really never turn down a free ride. Well, unless it was from a stranger. I guess I’d turn down that free ride.

So, now I’m exhausted and ready to drag my sore, tired body to bed. But, first, I did make myself that ice cream cookie. There isn’t anything wrong with downing 500 calories and a million grams of sugar right before bedtime, right?

On a complete random sidenote: I’m going to go run on the treadmill in the morning.