(Everything I do) I do it for you

Remember that song?

This will totally age me, but, oh well.

Yeah, I was in the 7th grade when that song came out.

How could I possibly remember that, you ask? Well, aside from the fact that it was the prequel to Celine Dion's "My Heart Will Go on"... it was also "our song" for me and my middle school crush.

And just because he may not have known it - it still was.

Anyway, I was thinking about that song today when my co-workers were telling me about the office ice cream party that was held yesterday. I missed it because I was *cough* "out sick". (I'll tell y'all about that later.)

Apparently it was a lot of fun and I "missed out". Of course, I probably wouldn't have had any ice cream anyways, but that's neither here nor there.

The ice cream then took me back to something I did my junior year of college for a friend of mine. No, it wasn't an ice cream party or anything simple. It was much cooler (pardon the pun) than that.

One day I decided to go have dinner a little early in the Commons. The Commons was what we called the cafeteria in college. Why? I have no idea. Either way, that's what we called it.

So I walked in alone and since it was early, the place was practically deserted. However, I did notice my friend Steve, sitting in a booth all alone licking on an ice cream cone. Before getting my meal, I walked over to his booth to see if I could join him. Here is the story:

Me: Hey Steve-O. Can I sit with ya?

Steve: Sure, Arianna, but I probably won't stay very long.

Me: Well, I saw you're sitting here all alone. Are you sure? I don't want to intrude on your "me" time.

Steve: It's cool. I'm just in a bad mood.

Me: Yeah? What happened?

Steve: Long story. But basically, I'm seriously pissed.

Me: Awesome. So, anything I can do to help?

Steve: (jokingly) Sure. You can let me slam my ice cream cone in your face.

Me: uhm. (I slide my glasses off my face and place them on the table.) Okay, but don't get any on my shirt, okay?

Steve: Are you serious?

(At this point, Steve's girlfriend is walking up to us. BTW - I wear contacts now. Just FYI.)

Me: Yeah. If it'll make you feel better. Why not?

Steve: Okay.

And then he did. He slammed his ice cream cone in my face. And it was cold. Fucking cold. But he laughed his damn ass off. As did his gf.

Me: Better?

Steve: Actually, yeah. Thanks.

Me: Anytime.

So, you see folks. The moral of this story is... there is nothing wrong with getting a little ice cream on (or in this case - IN) your face. Especially when it might be nothing to you and everything to someone else.