it was a bottoms and thumb’s up weekend. fo’sho.

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my new favorite mocktail of freshly squeezed lime and grapefruit juice, spritzed with equal parts soda water, kept me bubbling and effervescent all friday and saturday night. 


and although the super moon stole the sun’s atmospheric thunder, we still made time to mosey down to the beach for a sunday stroll with our ill-behaved beasts. 


i officially had my world rocked on saturday night with the introduction of animal circus cookie ice cream. no fooling. real circus animal cookies, the ones with the pink and white icing, lovingly dotted with rainbow sprinkles-the kind we adored as kids, but now, make sweet, sleazy, clandestine love to, as adults.

once i turned thirty, rainbow sprinkles suddenly seemed dirty and unscrupulous; i felt i had to hide my wanton relationship to all things candy-colored and bubble-gum flavored—which pretty much meant my whole identity was shot. 

i made an exception saturday night at our local thrifty ice cream. 

my plastic, white spoon and i lovers’ laned it with two scoops of pink and white sweetness. if we were a cable t.v. show, we’d definitely be cinemax after dark: “emanuelle eats ice cream.” 


and look. 

not even 24 hours later and that cup of circus delight shows up right there on my chin…or rather chin {s}. 

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luckily i can only buy this flavor in-store; none of that mindlessly, mowing down pint after pint, while watching “the good wife” activity that i so enjoy. 

 BUT! the freezer is stocked with jeni’s and talenti for those evenings.

i have such a hard time saying “no” to ice cream.

did you know that chicago actually has world renowned ice cream tasting tours, just like napa valley has wine-tasting tours? give me a scoop over a stem any day. 

i’d still hire a designated driver for both though. 

if you had the choice between ice cream and wine, which would you choose? 

monday happy to you m’loves.