Paris Is Always A Good Idea + Sometimes Ice Cream Will Do

I had a horrible migraine over the weekend. I come downstairs, hair sticking up in every direction, wondering if the pain will ever subside when my daughter (and fellow sweet lover), exclaims that we should start eating healthier.

I'm thinking...Here we go again. I'm game, but wondering how long it will be until one of us craves some sugar.

The next day I hit the market and fill my cart with fruits and veggies and forgo the crackers, desserts and french breads that are calling my name. We are not even half way through our dinner of salmon, sautéed mushrooms and green salad when she announces we should go get ice cream.

Me: "I thought we were on a healthy kick?"

Daughter: "The ice cream stand closes in a week. I NEED sorbet. Sorbet is not that bad."

I'm thinking I have a blog design to do and am so far behind in blog posts but don't want to miss an opportunity to spend time with her (plus, I know she is relentless and she also gives into my requests when I NEED ice cream).

It's an unseasonably warm October night and it seems everyone and their brother has had the same idea. There are only two windows open and the line isn't moving. A drizzle begins and we stand there while wet pellets drop onto our heads and shoulders. She begins to get nervous that the sorbet might be sold out for the season and starts texting her friend her works there to see if sorbet is available.

Ten minutes go by and we still haven't moved. The woman ordering is stocking up on quarts of every flavor because, you know, God forbid she should run out over the winter and have to go the market. I overhear her order and am surprised that someone would pay $49.50 for ice cream. Perhaps she needs an intervention for her sweet tooth as well.

The mosquitos start biting and I'm thinking we are going to get West Nile Virus over stupid ice cream.

Twenty minutes go by and we've moved an inch. We've tweeted, checked emails, sent texts and debated whether or not the yellow lab on the leash is getting any ice cream out of his owners.

It's a good forty minutes before we reach the window. My daughter orders her sorbet only to be told they are out for the season. Deflated. She settles on another flavor and decides she is pissed off. I'm pissed off too because we're tight like that.

Sure we stood in the rain, got eaten alive and her sweet tooth didn't get exactly what it was looking for. It was worth it just to sneak a look at my daughter, under the lights, half child, half woman and flashback to all the times we've gone for ice cream since she was a tiny tot. She stood next to me laughing and smiling and for that, I would stand in the rain any day of the week.