Dreamsicle

Last night was fun. 

My old roommate Shannon was in town for the night, which made me incredibly happy. Even though it's been two years, I still miss living with her, so much to the point that I sometimes expect her to be out for the day and it's just moments before she returns home. So, last night we celebrated her being in town. We went to the neighborhood Mexican restaurant for a dinner of tacos, enchiladas, and margaritas. Three drinks later, with undying grins on our faces, we were telling stories that were, mostly, better left unsaid. But that didn't matter.

At home, we continued the party. Hunter brought us home orange creamsicle slushes which we made into mixed drinks. Believe me, it works because we tried it once before...

Two and a half years ago, Shannon and I, along with our other fabulous roommate Sarah, threw a small get-together at our house which we called Iron Chef Tallahassee. It was called that because it was a cooking party. A very, very disgusting cooking party. Getting in teams of two, you were to purchase two ingredients from the grocery story. The more obscure the ingredient, the better. Once home, with your team, you were to create a meal that included all purchased ingredients (and anything you wish to use from the kitchen.) Naturally, it was a mess. Our terrible ingredients were the following: crab meat, egg noodles, coconut milk, creamed corn, cheese wiz, orange flavored craisons, and green peppers. Again, it was a mess.

While cooking, I dared my partner, Lane, to make a mixed drink with Sunny Delight, assuming it would be the epitome of disgusting. I learned, quickly, how wrong I truly was. Apparently Sunny D and vanilla rum together taste like a creamsicle. Quickly calling it The Dreamsicle, we continued our cooking, occasionally snacking on the other foods in the house. We had a friend judge our final creations which all, of course, tasted disgusting. Lane and I received second place, which wasn't awful, however, after losing the game, Lane also lost part of his stomach due to a nice mixture of crab meat and rum. I'm almost positive that there's still a stain on the couch.

Back to last night, remembering our terrific idea, we mixed our orange creamiscle slushies with coconut rum. Again, it was a terrific success, being then called The Rumsicle. One Rumsicle later, we taught Shannon our Never Gonna Give You Up dance and tried to get the boys to participate. Finding more joy in making fun of us, they just sat there laughing. Out of breath from dancing and laughing, the three of us landed on the couch in one swift motion.

I really enjoy nights like that. Nights were no apologies are needed for stupid comments and, for once, the more things said the better.