To Ben or Jerry

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Today, on the most unpoetically bleak day in Brisbane, God gave me two miracles. And they were called Ben and Jerry. So here is my love letter.

To Ben or Jerry,

I once had the misfortune of seeing someone who was addicted to you. It was bad and I was utterly disgusted. How could someone like something so bloody much? Surely, it was just a phase.

I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Turns out, in a cruel twist of fate, I might be addicted to you too.

Today, I awoke to something every girl dreams of waking up to;

An event notification for a free icecream giveaway, at a surprise location, somewhere near the city.

So naturally, I dropped everything I was doing (which was nothing, as I’d literally just woken up), and jumped in the shower, mentally preparing myself for the excitement the day would surely bring.

I left the house makeup-less and hair still dripping, pausing only to place a freezer block and freezer bag inside my handbag to keep the ice cream cool in as I journeyed home. If this is not desperation, I don’t know what is.

My friends were unable to accompany me on this particular adventure because they were too busy either a) actually having a life, or b) being vegan. The lone wolf element of the day made my desperate struggle even more beautiful.

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11:00am – I’m running to the bus. I am so fit. I could run a marathon.

11:01am – I take that back immediately I think I have a stitch.

11:05am – I’m on the bus – stage 1 success.

11:15am – Change of bus. Where is Ann street. Why didn’t I bring a map?

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11:40am – Buses are fun, this is like a roadtrip, except its just me and no one is having fun and there is no kickass soundtrack.

11:45am – Arrive at rival University (this is practically committing treason, the lengths I go to for ice-cream are quite ridiculous).

11:50am – Facebook has told me the ice-cream truck has moved. It is on the other side of the city.

11:55am – And we’re back on the bus, co-incidentally with the same bus driver who is probably judging me for not really knowing where I’m going as I joyride around the entire city.

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12:25pm – Location two, truck has been spotted. Running has commenced. Again having immediate thoughts to join a gym ASAP.

12:35pm – In line for ice-cream, sweating like a pig. Ice-cream Man closes truck doors. Travesty. Truck is moving to a third mystery location.

12:45pm – No word yet of third location. Sitting on side of road, contemplating life. Is the ice-cream even worth it anymore. Don’t be stupid of course it’s worth it. This is just like when marathon runners hit a wall, or real writers get writers block. I just have to push through. This is my Everest.

1:00pm – TRUCK SPOTTED TWO BLOCKS AWAY. FIGHT OR FLIGHT TIME.

1:15pm – It is now pouring with rain. Chariots of fire is playing. I am somehow still running. I can see so many people with ice-cream. This is it. This is the end.

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1:30pm – I’m there. I’ve done it. All of a sudden, nothing else matters. I have won. I am now receiving two free pints of ben and jerry from the nice Ice-cream lady. Her lips are moving but I can’t hear anything over the sound of myself singing Destiny’s Child’s Survivor in my head. Oh lord I hope this is in my head and I’m not singing out loud. I really am, I am a survivor. I have survived and God has rewarded me in the form of Ice-cream. This is the greatest love of all.

It tasted like perfection. I walked home in the pouring rain thinking that after three and a half hours, the human spirit had triumphed and life was complete again.

Ben and/or Jerry, my love for you is surely uncontrollable. If today has proved anything at all I think that it’s no matter how bad my life gets, I will never appear as desperate or as hopeless as I did today chasing your icecream truck all over the city.

When I try and describe my feelings for you, I am lost for words. And so I will borrow some from 90’s legend Julia Stiles:

I hate that I couldn’t find you anywhere,

And the fact that you often make me poor,

But most of all, I hate that I don’t hate you,

Not even close

Not even a little bit,

Not even at all.

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Yours sincerely,

-Liz

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