Tonight Cori, Lindsay, Greg, and I went down to fantastic Mill Ave. for fun and festivities. Actually, that seems like the place to be when you can’t think of anything else to do.
“Whatcha wanna do, guys?”
“I dunno, but I’m tired of watching Steve play Warcraft 3 while scratching himself”
“We better go down to Mill for some overpriced trendy drinks”
Actually, it was pretty cool. It’s always good times hanging out with the Cori/Lindsay/Greg crew and instead of driving down there, we walked the whole way. Somehow we managed to avoid the slew of hobos and transients who populate our ghetto apartment neighborhood. I thought I might have to get rough and shiv some guys to save the girls, but all was calm. Blast…yet another missed opportunity at chivalry.
Anyway, once we got to Mill, I decided to try this drink TJ recommended to me a while back called boba tea. Let me just say, it was quite an experience. Ok, maybe not, but relative to the things I encounter in my daily life, it was pretty crazy. It’s this iced milk tea similar in consistency to a mindfreezer from Coffee Plantation. The funtime bonus comes when you see the fat straw (at least three times the diameter of a normal drinking straw). It looks something like the proboscis an alien out of Starship Troopers would use to suck the brains out of unsuspecting humans. I took my first drink and HOLY SNIKES!…there’s fish eggs in my mouth. I played it down so everyone else would take a sip. Mmmm…dine on the raw fish eggs, my friends…soon you will be mine.
Alright, I spiced that story up a little more than it should be. The “fish eggs” were little chunks of tapioca, but it was more exciting to envision myself as pacman munching on those little niblets.
Halfway through the drink I think, “Boba tea is the finest drink known to man”. Two thirds of the way through the drink: “Boba tea is cool, but I should have gotten a flavor other than green tea”. End of the drink: “Boba tea bites…must steal some of Cori’s mocha mindfreezer”.
Let’s finish this entry off with a lofty and intellectually stimulating query: What will boba chunks look like after I digest them? Much like knowing how many licks to the center of a tootsie roll tootsie pop…the world may never know.
Sidenote–we didn’t run into the maintenance man while Greg and I were hanging out with girls…rats!