The Carvel/Cinnabon is finally opening. Saturday Aug. 6. I'll be there. Who wants to come with me? I hope they actually serve the ice-cream that I like. If not life will go on and the trips to Dallas and Syracuse will continue to hold a little bit more meaning.
In other news...and to enhance a post from a while back...here is a link to a blog of photos of old malls and shopping centers during their heyday: Malls of America. Kinda retro-cool.
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What kind of ice cream is it that you like?
Carvel soft chocolate ice-cream (not yogurt) with peanut butter or marshmallow topping.
It reminds me of my salad days...
What the heck is a salad day?
salad days
The time of youth, innocence, and inexperience. This expression, alluding to the greenness of inexperience, was probably invented by Shakespeare in Antony and Cleopatra, when Cleopatra, now enamored of Antony, speaks of her early admiration for Julius Caesar as foolish: "My salad days, when I was green in judgment, cold in blood."
Not to be confused with salad tossin' days.
"Salad days" is also used in modern par-lay-ance to mean the time when a woman is young, still gives a rat's tuckus about her figure, and so therefore deprives herself of Carvel's (or for the more refined: Shakey's) in favor of salads. To quote a more modern poet: "The girl orders something called a salad, and the boy orders a big piece of meat, which he eats. And that to me, ladies and gentlemen, is LOVE. Kind of makes you want to cry, doesn't it?"
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