To clarify, a Funfetti Cake Batter Oreo Ice Cream is not a concoction I actually had... unfortunately. It happened to be a trending topic on Twitter for a few minutes late one night, and seeing such a trend made me laugh so much I had to use it here. As for the preceding week, it wasn't too eventful aside from two days. Monday, me and someone went to Bob Evans, as the restaurant is real close by and that person had a coupon for the place. By the time we left it had stopped raining and was clearing up, which was good; so was the food.
Tuesday, I didn't do anything, so let me skip ahead to Wednesday. I had to go back to the dentist, but just for a minor thing. The coast wasn't minor, but alas... I don't have to return there until December for a check-up and to clean my teeth, so I am glad for that. After the dentist I went someone to have dinner and as I hadn't been there in a few months, I decided to return to Twin Peaks, the restaurant which is Hooters-esque except that it has a rustic theme. I do enjoy their food, and the scenery isn't bad either... as a Barnes & Noble was on the way I stopped there for a bit. I looked around but didn't get anything. The restaurant experience was fine; the food was tasty (along with the frosty cool beverage I had) and I tried my best to ignore the odious and loudmouth vermin who were there.
Thursday and Friday I didn't do a darn thing. Really. I didn't feel like doing anything and while the weather finally improved and it stopped raining, staying at home and doing random things there. At least Saturday was a noteworthy day. I was thinking of things to do and I realized that I hadn't been to any sort of beach since November of '11, when I went for a night with my parents to a timeshare owned by a friend of theirs; it was on the beach a little south of Cocoa Beach; I hadn't been in Cocoa Beach on my own since like at least a year before that, so I thought it was about time I did that.
The drive to Cocoa Beach started off fine, aside from the expected idiots in traffic. I took a shortcut to get there (which required driving in a rural area for like 15 miles) and it was then I realized I maybe was cutting it awfully close with making it to town before I ran out of gas. It got to the point where I did start to worry, and finding a random Chevron station out in the middle of nowhere was a relief. I hadn't gotten gas from a Chevron or Texaco station due to a kerfuffle that happened back in '10. Maybe one day I'll tell some tales I haven't told of the bad time in my life from August of '09 to August '10, but not now. It was just a bad time overall. Anyhow, after I pumped gas, I did realize I came too close to comfort to running out of gas. While pumping, some bros on Japanese bikes (what I like to call “crotch rockets”) came in, and one of them... did a gratuitous wheelie! I always laugh when I see in older movies when characters on dirtbikes or sportbikes from Japan do wheelies out of nowhere because it looks “cool”, even if they're chasing someone or being chased. Seeing one in person was hilarious to me.
After that I went to Cocoa Beach and I found a space to park that was right by the two stores known as Ron Jon Surf Shop and Cocoa Beach Surf Co., which are places I always visit whenever I am in the town. I got a shirt from the latter. I then spent a decent amount of time on the beach, whether it be in the water or sitting on the beach towel. There's no wacky stories to tell, but it was a nice time there. I left and tried to find a local place by the beach, but all were busy so I decided to head home and hope to find something on the way. In Merritt Island I saw a Hooters along the road and as I needed to eat something immediately, I decided to eat there. It was exactly how you'd expect things to be at that establishment. I did see they had new fries in addition to their curly fries; these ones are known as the Big Dipper, due to how they are shaped. They were tasty.
Sunday... I'd like to say it was a dull day where nothing happened, but real life got in the way. It's always very sad to me when someone I knew from my old home area up in Belvidere, Illinois, pass away at way too young an age. When it's happened before-no matter how it happened-it made me sad and unfortunately I got the news on this day that someone who graduated with me passed away. I had talked to him before, had him in some of my glasses and I was even over with some other people to where his family lives, so even though I hadn't seen him in years I was still upset when I heard the news.
Hopefully when I return next Monday to blog again, I don't have to talk about any awful news such as that. Nothing is on the agenda as of yet so I really don't know what I'll be writing about in general.
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