Is it really 2008? Geez.

Peo­ple, there is a prob­lem here in Boston. That involves ice cream. You see, when­ever it gets cold out­side, I get this unavoid­able crav­ing for a huge help­ing of ice cream. Always after din­ner, usu­ally around 10 PM. Now, for what­ever rea­son, these are the same nights that all the local ice cream shops (which are open until “mid­night”) decide to close early.

It hap­pened again tonight, where I spent 15 min­utes walk­ing to J.P. Licks (over an hour before clos­ing) only to see the lights dimmed and employ­ees tak­ing out the trash.

This prac­tice needs to stop.

Some peo­ple think it’s weird to eat so much ice cream in the win­ter. I don’t under­stand their argu­ment. Ice cream tastes best when it is cold, mak­ing win­ter a log­i­cal time to enjoy it. Also, this is the only time of the year when one can walk around hold­ing ice cream with­out any wor­ries about melt­ing, mak­ing it rather con­ve­nient. On the cold­est days, I can put a frappe (milk­shake) in my back­pack, bike some­where, and enjoy it. Sublime.