Last night i attended a farewell party for an acquaintance whom we were farewelling. She was off to France for a year, and cordially invited me and some other people to farewell her. It was a lovely party.. held in a church hall. Decorated superbly i must add. So naturally, a few hours after my arrival, i was super keen for a macca's feed, and the McDonald's was only 100m down the road! It could not have been a more perfect time for a macca's run. Oh but wait, one minute flaw to this otherwise perfectly flawless plan: the McDonald's was closed. Now, i have lived in this area for a great majority of my whole life and never once has it been closed. And you can imagine my agony and sorrow upon hearing this fateful news because when The Gap McDonald's is closed, you know shits getting crazybeans. This agony was furthered by learning the closest open McDonald's was in Newmarket. Now, to go on a maaca's run halfway through a borderline mundane party is rude, but driving 15 minutes to the closest McDonald's is just unthinkably rude! It would have been awkies as well, they had a cake to cut and speeches and RAD music (luckily i was there for the cake because the it was delightful!). And it was alreadyawkward with Jesus around. So we decided against it and did the sensible thing: waiteduntil the party was over to hit up the Ashgrove Baskin and Robins. And it was delicious.
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