I couldn't shake off Toy Story-induced nostalgia/sadness for about 36 hours so I decided it was time to take drastic measures. I trooped to Rustan's , as per my dad's request, and got this:
Yup, two pints of B&J's ice cream--one in Cherry Garcia and another in New York Super Fudge Chunk. I know I'm supposed to be calorie-counting, but I did share them with my dad and my brother so my moment of weakness wasn't all that bad (Fine, Dad only ate two spoonfuls because of his high blood sugar. Still!) . Haha! I was looking for Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough but they ran out. On a normal day, I wouldn't condone consuming that much just to satisfy my craving for ice cream but crying because Andy left Woody with Bonnie isn't everyday fare either.
I remember that time in Ireland about a year and a half ago with Steph C., Shivs P., Ely Z., Berna A. and Gica M. when some or all of us would troop to the Sentra nearest our hotel and buy Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream almost every day. We'd then hole up in our rooms and gorge on ice cream while watching random shows (I'm not sure but, if I remember correctly, in our room, Shivs and I would always somehow be watching what's on Fox Crime or reruns of The Nanny.). Oh, did I mention we were scarfing down ice cream in the middle of winter? Haha! I was going through a lot then but, somehow, gorging on ice cream while watching Horatio interrogate lowlifes or Fran hitting on her boss made me feel better. It might have been the conversations we had while eating ice cream that brightened me up but, since then, I've thought of ice cream as an antidote to momentary sadness.
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