YOFORIA.

There is something about that yogurt that makes you want more and more.

At 11:40 p.m. Merridith, her sister Melanie, and Brent came and picked me up to go get some frozen yogurt.
The place closes at 12, and it was approximately 20 min away, so there was a good possibility we wouldn't make it in time. (which would be absolutely devastating)
I told Kendra to say a prayer that they miraculously stay open long enough for us to order some frozen yogurt (I found out later she never did so this info became irrelevant)
So Merridith is trying to book it so we could make it in time, but for some reason, tonight is the night we hit every red light on Spring St....we might have run one or two..oops.
Then, out of the blue, some cops decided to park in the middle of the street in front of us, while one cop jumped out of the car to run in some fast food joint to grab them something to eat.
It was sooo illegal, but they are cops so they think they have some sort of special authority over us common people and can do whatever they want. psh.
Finally after traffic cleared up a bit, we were able to drive around them and procede on our journey for frozen yogurt.
We were about halfway there and we turned onto Highland Ave. where traffic was completely stalled due to all of the bars and restaurants on that strip.
We had about 10 minutes until closing at that point.
I was getting pessimistic about this trip and was thinking we should probably just turn around, but Brent was confident we would make it so we persevered.
We finally got past the majority of the traffic and there were 3 min until closing.
We were soo close.
Brent had his seatbelt off so he was prepared to jump from the car and run inside and scream, "WAIT! THERE ARE MORE COMING!" (I had a feeling we were about to make some Yogurt workers kind of annoyed that we were coming in at the very last minute...and I mean the very last minute..)
Well we parked, and Merridith and Brent ran inside together, and this is how the story goes from here according to Brent:

Merridith ran inside first and asked "Are y'all still open?"
The girl working kind of stuttered and said "uh..uh..well.....n-"
That's when Brent made it inside and the girl took one look at him and said something to the effect of, "Why yes we're still open! Come on in! We're open anytime for you, Brent." (Ok, I made that last sentence up)

In Brent's eyes, his studly demeanor got us our frozen yogurt tonight. So for that, I am grateful. Thank you Brent.

Now it is 5:15 a.m. and I have yet to pack for the trip Kendra and I are taking to Arkansas, and we are leaving in about 2 hours. I need to get on that. And apparently there is no internet in Arkansas, so no more new posts to come for a while. Until next time,

My best,
-H