it happened.

Several months ago, I blogged about wanting to have Pinkberry when I went to see my sista on the Left coast. But it never happened. It’s like a dessert urban legend to me…something I just need to have.

...this Saturday evening, after a bachelorette dinner in NYC for one our lady friends, my other girlfran said to me, “Can we stop for Pinkberry before we go back?” And then my heart stopped for a second.

So we went to Pinkberry. And we stood in line. And I got nervous. What was I supposed to get? All I could think were TOPPINGS, TOPPINGS, TOPPINGS!! Original with fruit and cereal? Cap’n crunch or fruity pebbles? What about coconut? Bananas and chocolate chips? Should I go the sundae route? Wait, they have gummi bears too? ARE THOSE CHEESCAKE BITES?
Anxiety ensues.

I approach the counter and the pinkberry girl CLEARLY notices that it’s my first time here. Gives me the Pinkberry speech while I stare at all the toppings. I panic some more. Remember that scene from A Christmas Story where Ralphie sits on Santa’s lap and blanks about telling him that he wants an official Red Ryder, carbine action, two hundred shot range model air rifle? This was me… but with toppings. I was so worried about making the wrong decision. this was a big deal, i didn't want to sabotage my first Pinkberry experience by choosing the wrong toppings...it could ruin everything...

So I made a decision. This was it:

with heath bar pieces, coconut and raspberries.

and it was bliss.