Scoops

On Friday afternoon it was hot and we were glad it was the weekend. Tori and I had planned to walk into Mukono to buy the fixings for rice crispy treats. Usually we leave around 7 pm but at around 5 she suddenly had the hugest craving to get ice cream. Now the only place to find decent non melted ice cream is this little shop in the middle of tin shanty houses. This place seems so strange because it legitimately resembles an ice cream shop with mirrors on the walls and photos of ice cream treats. There are 4 choices of ice cream vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, and mango that’s it. I had never been there so tori lead the way. I must have been extremely annoying because I complained the whole way there. My bag was heavy; I was carrying my laptop and a jerry can full of water. Well the place ended up being farther than she thought so we were hot and tired we finally get there and just as I walk around the corner to enter, all of the IMME girls pop out and yell happy birthday and start singing. They had planned a surprise party for me, we came in and they bought me a scoop of chocolate ice cream. We hung out for awhile and I told them I had made no-bakes the night before and since we were close to home they could all walk up to my house and try one. As is custom for an African having a birthday, on the way home the whole group plotted and executed a full on water dousing. We got home and only my 19 year old host brother was home. He was thrilled to have 13 beautiful women brought home, seemingly just for him. We ate no-bakes and hung out for a bit longer. All in all it was a great day, even though it wasn’t actually my b-day yet. On Sunday my actual b-day tori and a group of us went up to the capital city to go to church, shop and eat a big American birthday lunch at New York Kitchen. I don’t think I have ever had a better tasting strawberry milkshake in my life. Well thank you all who wished me a happy birthday, it was still a good day even though I couldn’t be with you all back home.