After a long historical walking tour of Charlottetown, a stop for lunch and World Cup viewing at a fantastic pub (where I had my first Guinness in four days -- I was beginning to have withdrawl) we made our way to the Cows Ice Cream shop.
At Cows, they make great cones as well as sell all sorts of bovine-theamed parody merchandise, like Desperate Cowswives or SpongeBob Cowpants, and it was highly recommended by a couple CruiseTrekkers who have done this route before.
I stood at the counter, and looked at the buckets of ice cream spread out in the cooler in front of me. I remembered those days when I was too little to see into the average ice cream cooler, even if I stood on my tip-toes, and ordered something called chocolate mud. I didn't know exactly what it was, but it looked too chocolately and totally awesome to pass up.
"Would you like that in a cone?" The girl behind the counter said.
"Sure," I said. "A waffle cone would be great."
She pointed to a cone that had been dipped in chocolate, then in rainbow sprinkles.
"Dipped or regular?"
Look, I love chocolate, but even I have my limits.
She began to scoop my cone, and one of her co-workers, a teenage boy with a mouthful of braces and rubber bands -- a little geeky but clearly in the good way -- said, "You'd better be careful, he's blogging this."
"How did he know I'm a blogger? Did he recognize me from something and he knows about my blog?" I thought. Then I realized, I'm wearing my black "I'm Blogging This" T-shirt from Think Geek.
"Yes," I laughed. "I will be immediately running to the Internets to faithfully recreate every detail of our transaction, cleverly noting the things which please and displease me, for I am a blogger! Fear my mighty XML!"
He cracked up, I cracked up, and she looked at us like we were speaking a different language, which we were. I took my cone, and managed to get some of the ice cream into my mouth before it dripped down my face an all over my arms. Some things never change, I guess.
On my way back to to the ship to write this, I had grand visions of "faithfully recreating" the experience on my blog, including the flying robots and monsters I totally gunned-down Chuck Norris-style without dripping any of my cone on the ground, but while I was jotting notes down in my book, some ninjas grabbed me and spirited me away to a cave in the mountains, where they forced me to reconfigure their underwater lasergun missile base before they'd let me go. They also took my notebook from me, and tore out all my pages about Prince Edward Island, because that's how Canadian Ninjas roll, apparently.
I'm having an amazingly good time on this cruise. I'm having so much fun, in fact, that I would rather just experience the fun and really enjoy every moment, rather that moderately detach from everything and observe it, so I can note and record all my experiences to write about them later. I have lots of pictures, though, and I'm jotting notes in a notebook, so maybe I'll have some SpongeBob Vegaspants-esque saga to write up when I get home.
Gotta go. I'm sure I'm missing something cool right now.