Almost Paradise

Remember when you were like approx a mid-high schooler, knew EVERYTHING, thought being in your mid-30’s-40’s was OLD, and living that ‘burbs life was GROSS? Well, I totes got judged this past weekend, but it was in the name of frozen treats, so… WORTH IT?

I’m talkin’ the non-dairy, vegan, too many flavors to count, nostalgia for days (like in the nosebleeds for NBA games in the 90’s, vendors carrying rainbow trays up and down the aisles and calling out, “SHAVE ICE!” kind of nostalgia), you can go every day for a year and get something different (I’m only speculating…), and they basically pay you to take it, kind of frozen treats.

The only drawback - Ya gotsa leave your pride by the door because that tween is waiting to take your order along with any ounce of self respect you have left. She works Friday and Saturday nights (not that I know from experience…).

Oh, my middle aged friends, the best part… The best part is that the name of the place has something to do with an idyllic fairyland, so whenever someone walks through the door, aforementioned prepubescent adolescent MUST say, “Welcome to Paradise.”

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