Monday, September 5, 2011
This weekend, we went to the wedding of my cousin's daughter. It was a lovely affair, but as we finished dinner we looked around and realized that there was no evidence of a wedding cake--or any dessert for that matter. So, there were some toasts, the father of the bride sang a song, the happy couple did a little dance, and just as this was ending, there were bright headlights coming up the drive (this was in rural Virginia), and out of the darkness appeared...
An ice cream truck. All ready to serve cones, sundaes, shakes, banana splits, shaved ice, the whole deal.
A good time, as they say, was had by all.