then I would start by determining the perfect destination.
the whippy dip or as the rest of the world knows the cone shop.
the way there was a piece of cake. We had ice cream on my mind [malt mix and chocolate], we had plenty to talk about [the bogo is departing from me without communication for almost 3 weeks btw Brazil and UK, tear] and it was a beautiful night.
the way back....now that is another story, filled with many distractions
 speedy. Refrained from 44oz and went for 32oz, extra weight to power through
 ace hardware caught our eye...things we learned. They close at 8 but if you stand in front of the automatic door and act dumb [or just clueless in our case] they will let you in. They have a bridal registry. and best of all they do carry the scrubby we were in search of!
 upward battle of the hills and reminiscing of reeds lake walks
 smell of doughnuts, seriously you are killing me
[5[ over all fact by this point the old ladies [betty and dolores] were just tired!
once we arrived back to Betsy's house we decided that it would be a good [and patriotic] thing to go down to Betty Ford's memorial
So we put our walking shoes back and headed downtown [well we drove, then walked] I am glad we went down. It was neat to be able to see and experience.
Fun night all around, not going to lie. At one point I was [i say WAS because Betsy corrected me!] an athlete...not I am not sure anymore....my legs were tired!
PS: I think I saw secret service at the Y this morning....he was a fitness manic! had to be secret service. If i never see him back at the y, I am confirming it as truth!