Mmm . . . Melted Japanese Ice Cream
Now y'all are probably wondering what the hell this is all about.
Well, we've had many fun and exciting adventures. ~ note sarcastic tone ~ One of which be me, Angel, going to college.
And many other things that keep our lives from revolving around this web page.
One of these involves melted Japanese ice cream.
How can this be, you ask? Well, if you feel like taking a journey through one of our twisted Saturday nights, we'll tell you.
And don't worry, it's not as dirty as it sounds.
Unless you count that 42-person orgy we got into . . .
NANI?!?!
Heh heh, *sweatdrop*
~ Narrator steps up to microphone, ruffles notes, clears throat and begins. ~
Once upon a time in a land far far away (or, a Saturday night in Tempe) [Hint hint, Jedi Mind Tricks at work]
Angel and Katara decided to go on a quest to see Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust which was actually in theaters for a short amount of time.
~ Some random peasants rejoice ~ "Yeah."
{Can't we kill them yet?
Hey, I like the peasants.}
~ Narrator once again clears throat impatiently and glares at webmistresses who hang their heads in embarassment. He continues. ~
Angel had just gotten permission from her Wicked Stepmother (who had imprisoned her for hard labor around the dungeon) to attend the festivities. Katara (after hearing of her friend's newfound freedom) hastened to her house. After a few pictures in the newly demolished abode (they ripped up all the carpet to put in tile), they made their escape. Stopping briefly for a fierce battle with a gas pump (baka machines . . .), they hopped onto the freeway and the journey was underway.
Thanks to Katara's brilliant navigational skills, they took the wrong turn-off. Again (making the same mistake they had on the way to Renassaince festival earlier that year).
~ Some random peasants rejoice ~ "Yeah Ren Fest."
"Where's my gun?"
~ Narrator physically restrains Angel. ~
Hey . . . Nice arms. Nice chest. Nice face. Hey, wait a minute! Doors don't open that way! They're in the hall way! (Blatent MST3K plug.)
~ Upon recognizing the handsome face before her, Angel promptly swoons into her restrainer's arms. ~
ZECHS! You weren't supposed to let her know it was you!!
Booming Voice From Above: Upon hearing her beloved's name, Angel miraculously awoke to find herself enfolded in Zech's arms.
What the . . .? When did we get a Booming Voice From Above? Or is it another Jedi Mind Trick?!
~ Katara waits for a reply from Angel who is much too busy now playing with the Narrator ~
*sweatdrop* Alright, now that Angel is occupied and our Narrator is "tied up", literally, we must find someone to finish the story.
We could always bring in Sephiroth. *pause* Marron? *pause* Hotohori? Stop looking at me like that Katara!
Cut it out you floozy, you already have one of your men to fondle. We're bringing in one of mine. ALLEN!!
~ Enter Allen Schazard from Escaflowne to finish the tale ~
After a five minute detour of Katara saying right lane when she really meant left lane, they returned to the freeway and continued on their merry way.
Merry?
Ahem. They continued on their way. Arriving at the correct turn-off, they had a quick debate before ultimately deciding to go right, frightening many sane drivers as they crossed several lanes of traffic in a very short distance (aka - about five feet - don't ask).
Arriving at the parking garage Katara's PU's had said they could park in, they discovered they couldn't park there. After staring blankly at a little white box that had uttered a brisk "Sercurity" (and trying to answer back, but failing), backed up and left. They then parked in a non-descript strip mall (not literally a STRIP mall . . .) behind Chilis and prepared to walk the rest of the way.
Wow, he's on a roll.
Go Allen! ~ waves fans
Arriving at the tiny one-screen theater (baka movie producers don't believe in the massive drawing appeal of anime {bad pun, bad pun!} so stuff good animes into non-descript theaters), they discovered to their horror that "Jim Carey in The Majestic" was draped across the marque. Aghast, they rushed inside, past the unmanned ticket booth, to the concession stand where a short college student stood behind the register. Upon questioning the poor boy, they learned that Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust had stopped playing there Thursday night. Oh the Horror of It All!!
It was terrible! Terrible I say!
Downtrodden, but still hopeful, our heroines decided to peruse the many over-priced shops along Mill Avenue. After finding a Chocolate hat for Angel, a necklace for their trainer, and playing in Borders for a very long time, they decided to end their psuedo-friutless journey.
Upon driving back toward the highway, Katara happened to remember that they had passed a Japanese Market. After taking yet another wrong turn they arrived in one of the coolest little stores, ever!
And we're finally getting to the point of the title. Okay, peasants, you can "rejoice" now.
Traversing the intriguing store, they happened upon such magical things as toothpicks (carved in Japan, of course), Pocky, Memmi sauce, Chibi spoons (which hurt when you bang them against your teeth - as learned in the car on the way home), little chocolate things with a cute bear on the front (Katara's easily swayed by cute pictures and chocolate), and Japanese ice cream.
~ both Angel and Katara together: "Mmmm, melted Japanese ice cream . . ." *drool* ~
After purchasing these fine items, including two chibi tubs of Green Tea and Azuki (which was "the mystery ice cream" later discovered to be "sweet red bean" from a helpful hint from the Wicked Stepmother), they departed for home, vowing to return again and buy more yummy things.
THE END.
Hey wait a minute! That's not the end!
Anyway . . . Driving homeward we proceeded to devour our yummy and delicious ice cream. And it is decided that Green Tea ice cream is some of the best stuff, ever! But Jasmine Green Tea in a can is not.
And, it is very difficult to eat ice cream and drive in a straight line at the same time. We almost died repeatedly. Add holding your breath through a tunnel and you got yourself a serious problem. I mean, by the time I was able to finish my ice cream it was melted!! (Stupid driving rules, who really needs to watch where they're going?)
Booming Voice From Above: Also notice title plug in.
Upon arriving at the residence of Angel, we decided to share our wild and crazy adventures with all you kiddies (^_^). So using the massive sugar high achieved from pocky and ice cream we were able to develope this narrative with a quick break in the middle for Japanese noodles and Memmi sauce cooked up by the Wicked Stepmother who isn't really wicked and isn't a stepmother.
She's my actual mom who is truly frightening sometimes. She licks people. But only those she likes and knows understands her "condition".
Where were we?
P.S.: We were just kidding about the orgy thing. ^_^
Booming Voice From Above: THE END -> For Real
Stop with the Jedi Mind Tricks!
Oh stop it and let him tell the story!
~ Zechs pats Angel's head in comfort ~
Anyway . . .
~ Some random peasants rejoice ~ "Yeah."
Terribly sorry, but I must be off. I have places to go, people to see, ways to be cocky.
And we all know how good you are at that.
Well, Katara, I think we can take it from here.
Quite right. I will now take on the task of narrator 'cause I love hearing myelf talk.
Yah you do.
Shut up!
It's genetic.
~ monotonous voice ~ That's not funny Dotta.
My name's not Dotta.
Heh heh. *sweatdrop*
I think it was the end.
Oh yah. Well, that's it folks. Hope you enjoyed our wild and crazy Saturday night story. And what's most shocking, IT'S ALL TRUE!!