I scream, you scream, we all scream too much ice-cream

So following finals, and my future housemate Tony's getting kicked out of the dorm, we decided to head down to my grandmother's place down the shore for a few days.

On the previous day I'd seen a Wendy's television commercial, advertising that they were giving out a free Jr. Frostie to customers. We had some business at the Busch student center and I said "let's go to the Wendy's and get some free ice-cream." I was pretty surprised that the campus branch was in on the promotion, and they're lucky it was after classes were over, because word spreads like fire here on campus.

When we got back to my apartment, I suggested to Tony that we check out Wendy's website. We located about a dozen branches on the way from here to Brick. We were going on a roadtrip to put all others to shame. Or something like that.

To make a long story short, one near-miss, two U-turns, and seven Jr. Frosties a piece later, we arrived at our destination, feeling worse than had those numerous little cups been filled with alcohol.

Thanks Wendy's!