The Best Day Ever

Today was the Annual Super Scooper All-You-Can-Eat Ice Cream Festival, which I have been looking forward to ever since we moved to Philadelphia two days too late for last year's. My goal for the day was to eat something from all twenty ice cream vendors, which I achieved in less than an hour without even breaking a sweat. (Well, I was actually pretty sweaty, but that was mostly because it was really hot and I was in a tent with several hundred other ice cream lovers).

With some friends from work, about to eat my first ice cream of the day.

Although the event is a fundraiser for a charity that fights pediatric leukemia, I think they should have used a different slogan:

This makes me imagine licking a cancer-ridden child, which in turn makes me uncomfortable.

Even if they still want to use an ice cream-related pun, I think they could have come up with something slightly less disturbing:

• Let's cream leukemia.
• Let's put leukemia on ice.
• One good churn deserves another.

Okay, maybe that third one is kind of a stretch.

There were some other interesting things at the festival, like a kid with a pet rabbit, that she was walking on a leash:

What? And more importantly, why?

And a giant cow, with a creepily-veined udder:

This was on a trailer hitch, and I really wish I had been able to see it zooming down the highway instead of just sitting at the festival.

In the end, I ate something from every single booth, even though that meant I had to eat some flavors that I really don't like (coffee, yuck), and towards the end I had to be strategic about conserving stomach space (like when I ate all the cookie dough out of one scoop but threw out all the vanilla ice cream that had surrounded it).

My final scoop was Ben and Jerry's oatmeal cookie dough, which is also one of my favorite flavors.

Now I am feeling quite triumphant, but also sticky and disgusting because I am covered in a film of sunscreen, sweat, and melted ice cream. I'm going to go hose off.