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07 06 09 | Diana Takes A Bite

It started at approximately 8:10 pm last Friday night. My friends had just arrived at the theatre where we would be viewing a free screening of the somewhat egregious, but mildly amusing My Life in Ruins with Nia Vardalos, and they were all abuzz about their pre-movie outing at Pinkberry.

“Oh my gosh, the coconut was so good!” Katie gushes, as her fro-yo partners in crime nod in agreement. They all arrived early to get free Pinkberry samples of the latest flavors being debuted that day – passion fruit and coconut.

I raise my eyebrows in interest. “Really? What did you get with it?”

“Mochi!” Katie says proudly, a rapturous smile stretching across her normally cherubic face.

My lower lip starts to jut out into the specific pouty face that I reserve for moments of food deprivation. I love mochi. And I didn’t have time to eat dessert after my quick dinner of Amy’s frozen spinach pizza.

“How was the passion fruit?” I ask. “When Tara Met Blog really liked the passion fruit.”

“It’s gooood! I got it swirled with the coconut.” Amanda brags.

I glance at my watch – it’s 8:15. Not enough time to run across the street to get one before the movie starts at 8:30.

A scowl accosts my face. I’m going to have to wait.

The next two hours are torture. Not because the movie is painfully bad (Though it is rife with sophomoric humor that does not tickle my particular fancy. At all.), but because in almost every scene someone is eating an ice cream cone. It is a primary theme in the movie – the ice cream is symbolic of enjoying the simple pleasures of life.

For me, it is symbolic of only one thing – my desperate Pinkberry craving.

I don’t crack a smile during the entire film. All I can think about is how much I want – nay need – Pinkberry with mochi.

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