Sprinkles!

Last night I had a very Curb Your Enthusiasm moment at Great American Yogurt (which we locals lovingly refer to as "GAY"). GAY is a self-serve frozen yogurt joint, and it is run by some friendly Indian people who occasionally get very upset when people make a mess of their topping bar. So there I was, adding a last layer of peanut butter frozen yogurt to my creation (imagine my styrofoam cup perfectly leveled off with an extra hit of frozen yogurt in a lovely swirly cone-shape design on top), when I decided the peanut butter frozen yogurt couldn't go without rainbow sprinkles. I walked myself over to the topping bar and lifted the lid to the rainbow sprinkles. Now, I had to situate my cup very carefully over the topping bin because otherwise I would've spilled rainbow sprinkles all over the place since the last bit of frozen yogurt was unshielded. I scooped up quite the lot of rainbow sprinkles and tipped my cup over to sprinkle away when - all of a sudden - my beautiful fucking peanut butter frozen yogurt swirly cone-shape design on top just fell off into the sprinkle bin. Literally just fell off in one lump!

At this point, I felt very much like Larry David, finding myself in quite the mess even though I really hadn't done anything wrong. I imagined the Indian man would scold me and demand that I leave his frozen yogurt shop while all the other customers just shook their heads in shame, so I carefully stood in front of the topping bar, trying to hide the fact that I had just dropped a huge lump of frozen yogurt into his precious rainbow sprinkles bin. And if that wasn't obvious enough, Matt began laughing hysterically the second he noticed what had happened. I waited for other people to join me at the topping bar so it would look like I hadn't done it, hurried to the register to pay, and dashed out of there without ever looking back.

Needless to say, it was HILARIOUS, but I really did feel like Larry David - so childish, so misunderstood. I'm still convinced people are going to find out about it and forever call me "the girl who ruined rainbow sprinkles for everyone."

And that's really all I've got. Oh, and Radiohead's "Climbing Up the Walls" is a sexy fucking song, my brother, Justin, is the best kid ever, and I am seeing Bloc Party with Angela and Michelle at the El Rey tonight. Jealous? You should be.