“Happy Halloween!!!” shouts a certain cream puff through the phone. I smiled, couldn’t help it. We don’t even celebrate it here.
“The only scary thing I’m going to do is to give away a box of chocolates,” I said.
A few seconds went by in silence… and then -
“Why can’t I get a box of chocolates too?!?” she cried. I laughed out loud.
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How did you spend your Halloween?
I did that by parking the car under a scorching hot sun, and then strolling off to Secret Recipe with my buddy Kyels (who had just finished meeting her lecturers over some boring assignment) to stuff our faces with lasagne, spagetti bolognaise, ice lemon tea & chocolate brownies (which was melting on the top and rich as hell). How did we even manage to stuff that down?
After chatting about her Uni work and contemplating how certain brainless idiots usually pops up in our lives, we went on to plant our butts down in Baskin Robbins to continue philosophizing about these issues. The sales staff convinced us to get ice creams at 31% off and I was totally hungry for rum raisins then. Kyels picked the World Class Choc flavour and we had them all in a pint… A PINT!!!
Between talking about crazy topics that comes to mind and discussing disturbing issues about certain funny characters, we stopped half way as I realized she wasn’t really listening to me.
In her hands, she held the Baskin’s paper bag and was rattling it, tossing it back and forth both hands and then looking at me sheepishly.
“What the heck is wrong with you?!?” I asked, stopping midway from eating my rum raisin.
“Nothing~” Kyels said, looking even more sheepish, “I’m just fascinated with the ice.”
Inside the package were several cubes of dry ice meant to preserve our pint of mixed ice cream. Instead of having it take-out, we had decided to eat it there, so the dry ice became a source of entertainment.
“I wonder what will happen if I lick the ice?”
I could almost see my own right eyebrow raised when she asked me that question. What in the world is she actually thinking? Trying not to laugh, I answered her as calmly as I could and told her that her tongue would get stuck to it and that she’ll get a burning sensation out of it.
Kyels took the ice out and held them in her hands.
“It does burn!” she exclaimed in silent fascination, and quickly returned it back into the paper bag. Then she took the bag and played with it again.
I think I must have rolled my eyes at that statement. Hahahah!
Between the dry ice obsession and our random discussions about whatever came to mind, we managed to wharf down almost the entire pint! Gawd, we’re such pigs!
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But ya know, we ain’t as much of a pig as some one who’d have banana pudding at 3am on one day and 2-3 donuts at 2am+ on another day just to gain a few pounds. 
Hahahahah!!
Happy Halloween~!!!
