This may very well be the lamest post I've ever done in my life. But, Oh well...
One of the fondest memories of my childhood is Baskin Robbins. My mom used to workout at a ladies only gym and I used to tag along with her. I would sit through her hour long class, wouldn't make any trouble and waited patiently until the end when she, in return would take me across the street to Baskin Robbins. I loved that place, I enjoyed those trips and I have to say, it was the highlight of my week. Yes, I was easily bought, but what kid isn't?
They used to make these clown cones. It was a scoop of ice cream on bottom, and then on top was an ice cream cone as a hat. A face was painted on the ice cream with colored icing and it was pure delight.
I had forgotten all about this time in my life until I moved to Las Vegas and I saw a Baskin and Robbins. Actually, I've been living here for almost 2 years and for some reason it just hit me the other day that Baskin and Robbins was the place I used to go as a kid. How could I have forgotten about that?
As I've grown older, simple pleasures like clown cones have gone by the wayside and more important things like partying, gambling, working, gossiping, shopping, paying bills, worrying about not having the money to pay my bills, stressing out about guys, talking shit about girls, stabbing friends in the back, being stabbed in the back, stressing out over if my car was going to start, etc. have taken over my life!
Gone are the days when a simple ice cream cone could make or break my week.
I had to wonder, do they even make those clown cones anymore? Surely they've come up with something more savvy over the years right?
So, tonight when I stopped by Starbucks for my chai latte I went into the Baskin Robbins next door to check things out. I headed up to the counter and right as I was about to ask the little asian lady if they still made the clown cones, I spied something out of the corner of my eye and there it was! The clown cone - just like I remembered except they have a nice little plastic cover now. I don't ever remember a plastic cover before. I'm sure that's a help to the environment. The lady behind the counter looked at me as if I was about to rob the place when she saw the look of excitement on my face - they still have the clown cones!!!!!! I wanted to buy the whole case. I didn't though.
I plopped down my $2 dollars and 85 cents, took a few minutes to reminisce about my childhood, I thought about my mom, smiled at the days when things were simple, when I knew that no matter what - everything would be okay, and then I thought "there is no fucking way my mom would have paid $2.85 for this little ass clown cone, surely they've jacked up the price". She's jewish ya know!
I bought it anyway, because I deserve it dammit!
And yes, I took a picture of it :)