The wedding reception had, among other things, an ice cream truck parked outside. I mean…top that?
But! As we were standing on the street scarfing Choco Tacos and Fudgesicles, this is on E. 3rd between A/B mind you, a group of three, well, not hipsters since we’re not calling people that anymore (are we?),let’s say urbanites, came walking past, confused.
“What’s that?” one asked
“It’s a rich people ice cream truck” came the reply.
Oh, honey, if only.